Wraith'd in POETRY

The perception is a deception in the transference from life to the abyss. The fool I was who fell and bled, hiding from a hug that I was hoping to get.

Thus my carrion reflection enshadows me like a frost laden blanket preventing the pervasion of this new visage upon the world.

Blighted and benighted, my fate is inescapably realized. Lost to the wickedness I thought was light; the warmth of embrace becomes a bedeviled perennial night.

Missing ipseity, I can’t figure out which impalement rod I was left on.

Following my Hellbound heart through the mist and across the Styx; eyes sutured so as not to see the lies in every smile putrescently and effortlessly cast in my direction.

Every kind word is a razor tearing apart my soul; a punishment for believing in the women I have known.

Confused and astray, I’m led by growls through viscid burning muck. I feel the claws ethereally as I am a dearth full of pang; the same life I have lived, now border-less and metaphoric.

Unencumbered with flesh
Gather up - my loneliness
And feed my soul - cold shards of glass

Wretched in countenance, here I stand
Forever
… Dismembered
… … Right through my frail hands.

By: Jaye Eryk
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Last updated June 07, 2017