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My Broken Sleep

Stasis in Darkness

I arose from the echoless deep,

The remnants of my broken sleep,

With rattling winds invading mind

As I left my dreams behind.

In that darkened morning still

I wondered at what was real,

As I blinked at the world I spurned

And once again had sad returned.

The ghostly hand had gripped my soul,

Beaming bright in dark as coal,

And reeled me up from the black

Giving me my body back.

I felt ashamed that I might exist

In this world so full of mist

And where reasons that were still unknown

Could slaughter, cut me, shatter bone.

My conscious faded once or twice

As I awoke to the world of ice,

But yet I teetered on the edge of sleep,

Sinking back into the deep.

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Shards of Flesh

Stasis in Darkness

You shattered me.

A million pieces I lay, broken and beaten;

As if you had had your time

And found me unworthy

To live among these splendid beings.

My patience is run, my battle fought,

And gravely do I now grasp at wounds;

Pick at scabs and echoing blows.

Fresh claws and talons formed those scars,

The ones that lie amongst my soul;

They tore away my fleshy heart –

The muscle so long had lain dormant and cold.

And yet you leaked the warm blood from it as it was beating,

The very life you stimulated.

You flew as crows on misty commons;

Far from my battered form.

And you thought that I did not love you,

But you were wrong.

I loved you this deep all along.

I have lain awake in the dead of night,

And caressed the sunset, you at side.

But it has gone now.

You…

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One More Chance

Stasis in Darkness

Do I empty my soul now?

Or my body, rather, as its faithful decanter.

A vessel for my spark.

Do I choose to get away from here?

This realm where death is sure;

This circle of the mortal men,

Of which I must endure.

But a soul, yes a soul, must live,

Though here it seems quite so frail

Tired at the age of twenty-two,

Too tired to end its laborious tale.

I can’t even begin to think

Of what it’s like in dead of night

When soul leaves body and drifts beyond;

A happy spirit lost in flight.

I just don’t know whether this is time

To leave this world despised

And head up through the open gate,

To traipse among the skies.

Or should I give it one more chance?

For this sunny afternoon

Is blissful of my echoes heart

Which won’t cease beating soon.

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