Into the heart of the matter does a man not begin to see things clearly after years of experience and silent hell spent yearning for things lost to the uncureable and fortunes failure.?
Give him not the grace of wisdom by failing to prove faithful and loyal of heart and mind, then truly demons mist walk among us in the shape of Eve and Angels lost of hope and heart, broken and cursed forevermore. Wings of gossomur silk traded for whispers of a ghost, lost in the darkness.
Again surrounded by confusion and panic. Living in a roller coasters heart has taken its toll… I’ve grown to tired to fight anymore, the soul of Hope has been bled nearly dry by harlotts and harpies. Grown so tired of endless giving, endless judgement and critics galor. All for a place to rest this weary and weathered soul, a cursed night and endlesswonderer now numb and tired from the rain and cold of this life. Shivers uncontrolled now echo these bones of truths giving pardon only to fires in my soul as I drift away…
The End… A freewrite by.me
Benjamin M Prewitt 2017 December 31st #myshakylife
As the night comes I can feel them tighten
Winding liken rubber bands around propellers
From my childhood.
Muscles begin to flex, feet arch as if touched
by the coldest of marble floors
Toes crossed like school yard promises
Broken behind backs.
Meds ease the pain and dull the mind
But is that what I should become
Numb, void of feeling
Lacking of the sense of touch,
Taste and smell.
Shoulders wrenched clicking and crunching
Every motion a pop,legs and hips ankles and elbows
all becoming the same
Yet my mind remains calm like a gentle breeze
On a slow summers eve.
A sneak peek at part of the inspiration for my next piece. This being a photo I haven’t shared prior.
I hope the world takes you in her arms and guides you gently through the night and the morrows start.