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An awkward introverted absent heartbeat
away from this disparaging life altering instance.
In less than the time it takes to blink
everything we had vanished into the chilled air.
Such love, like landscapes and thunderstorms
lost in stained shards of shattered senses.
As impending lyrics rip through her deadened casing.
So abstract. Intangible. Excruciatingly elusive.
Moonlight blemishes her ghostly skin
silicified by tarnished crimson glassy eyes.
Silence so loud, I am forever now…
Speechless. Breathless. Lifeless…
Such disgraceful words and character assassination
as the fear inches through my manic thoughts
I willingly throw myself in the darkest debris
for the worst of my unforgivable crimes.
Wandering under moon lit sheets
and deserted roads filled with abandon gifts
held up by elderly streetlights
as inadequate gasps float above winters mist
Gazing upon out-of-focus hallucinations
so tranquil under this tidal wave
Tearful whispers as I subject myself to atonement,
so afraid to see, the reflection that has become me.
I feel old, too fragmented to absolve,
so damaged I forgot how to forgive.
Could it be time to exonerate my sins
How do I start over, where do I begin?
©2010 Shane Fenton/ScummyVladDrac
All Rights Reserved.
away from this disparaging life altering instance.
In less than the time it takes to blink
everything we had vanished into the chilled air.
Such love, like landscapes and thunderstorms
lost in stained shards of shattered senses.
As impending lyrics rip through her deadened casing.
So abstract. Intangible. Excruciatingly elusive.
Moonlight blemishes her ghostly skin
silicified by tarnished crimson glassy eyes.
Silence so loud, I am forever now…
Speechless. Breathless. Lifeless…
Such disgraceful words and character assassination
as the fear inches through my manic thoughts
I willingly throw myself in the darkest debris
for the worst of my unforgivable crimes.
Wandering under moon lit sheets
and deserted roads filled with abandon gifts
held up by elderly streetlights
as inadequate gasps float above winters mist
Gazing upon out-of-focus hallucinations
so tranquil under this tidal wave
Tearful whispers as I subject myself to atonement,
so afraid to see, the reflection that has become me.
I feel old, too fragmented to absolve,
so damaged I forgot how to forgive.
Could it be time to exonerate my sins
How do I start over, where do I begin?
©2010 Shane Fenton/ScummyVladDrac
All Rights Reserved.
I have been carrying around demons from my past for alomst half my life. It still shocks me how one simple mistake, one horrible collections of hurtful words can have such a devestating effect upon someone, in this case, myself.
16 years now, I have hated myself for such hurtful words, after all this time, I finally feel it's OK to forgive myself, the irony here is, I forgot how to forgive myself.
I like to believe this is a good way to start the process off...
[...also this would be the first piece of written work I have submitted in a long time and I feel rusty, though I'm already on a second piece so that's a good sign, hope you get something positive out of this, redemption is never an easy road to travel!]
Thankyou.
16 years now, I have hated myself for such hurtful words, after all this time, I finally feel it's OK to forgive myself, the irony here is, I forgot how to forgive myself.
I like to believe this is a good way to start the process off...
[...also this would be the first piece of written work I have submitted in a long time and I feel rusty, though I'm already on a second piece so that's a good sign, hope you get something positive out of this, redemption is never an easy road to travel!]
Thankyou.
© 2010 - 2024 ScummyVladDrac
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Sweet one, this is a wonderful piece filled with feelings many of us have shared in one way or another.
"I feel old, too fragmented to absolve,
so damaged I forgot how to forgive.
Could it be time to exonerate my sins
How do I start over, where do I begin?"
I feel this almost every day. It's torturous to know what it is you need to do yet have no way to know how to do them. I struggle with this at this very moment.
Fraggsy, you are unbelievably talented and I still thank my lucky stars to know you and to feel so close to you even though we have never physically met. I am honored to know you and even more honored to call you friend. You never cease to amaze me. Love you!
"I feel old, too fragmented to absolve,
so damaged I forgot how to forgive.
Could it be time to exonerate my sins
How do I start over, where do I begin?"
I feel this almost every day. It's torturous to know what it is you need to do yet have no way to know how to do them. I struggle with this at this very moment.
Fraggsy, you are unbelievably talented and I still thank my lucky stars to know you and to feel so close to you even though we have never physically met. I am honored to know you and even more honored to call you friend. You never cease to amaze me. Love you!