Never Forget

there is a place i go
when sleep has wrested control
that i cannot explain.
it is a hallway
with classrooms
on either side.
barbed wire
covers the doorways
and an impenetrable fog
permeates the hallway
and i cannot make out
the end of the hallway.
from the darkness of the fog
comes forth a mottled hand,
drenched in blackened blood.
every sense screams and pulls away
in fear
but still,
i move towards it.
the hand clutches at something;
a shape
my mind cannot fathom.
as i reach for the hand,
another sickly appendage grabs at me
and though i struggle
to wrestle free,
a part of me yearns to give in
to the fog.
it is then,
from deep within the mire,
a gravely voice whispers,

p o e n i t e n t i a m.



there are hallways in my mind,
laden with fog,
that even my words
cannot pierce.
as much as it frightens me
to descend deeper;
something beckons
from within the mist.
a darker presence
sinks its hooks
upon my spirit
and it is not long
until i find myself
at the mercy
of my animus



your current circumstances,
no matter how bleak
or dismal,
are all integral
to the story of your redemption
that He is writing.


Ebon Petal

from the mire
of iniquity
would ask
to not be forgotten
when the age of Light
shines on all that are found


Writ of Thorn and Petal

i feel my age of writing
is coming to an end.
summoning visions,
night after night,
only exhausts;
only drains.
were it so easy
to only draw upon
the joy
i once felt.
bringing you out
from within the tumblers of mind
only hastens the descent
of the scythe.
i implore you;

it is not enough
to bury the shadow.
only when basked
in glorious light
will it end
with you.

and i will do my best
to make sure
it ends
with me.



some days
you are nothing more
than a butterfly
and i admire the way
you effortlessly flit
through my mind.
but other days,
you are downpour
and it’s like
i never got over you
at all.


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