Jillion Obsidian Mire in POETRY

Amaranthine and pristine
Unwavering black - pools under my feet

With ever evasive tenderness
It liquefies my flesh – eroding away what the years have made

Heaven has yet to show its face in the presence of death
Clichéd, I stand at the gates, unattended and reclaimed by monochromatic shade

Unable to dream; eclipsed by screams, the sounds are deafening… but I’ve lost my hands to the metaphor – with nothing more than hollowed bones amplifying these caustic and echoing moans

Life, so it would seem lies between two shades of grey. I’m held in place by an amorphous and sanctimonious archfiend; limbless, this… my watery grave

Imprisoned in a reality created of wishful thought, of wanting, hoping and praying for more than I got

Unable to pierce the veil a million miles behind me; I am left standing in unchanging and unremitting darkness. Frail with veins like tendrils dangling coldly around my skinless body

A tear I cannot shed
A look I cannot give
- This is life where now I live

An embrace of icy air
Fills the space
- My lungs once laid claim

Stripping me of dignity; this place of decay where infection and disease has replaced four decades…

… Increasing blackness holds me captive

A hint that Hades - is much closer than we think.

By: Jaye Eryk
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Last updated October 14, 2017