Darkroom 92: The Four Seasons

By Paradoxology

~ Darkroom 92: The Four Seasons ~

     Winter: Moment of Birth

Dear God, save me from this child
Or save this child from me
I don’t remember what I’ve done
Or what’s been done to me

Why have I forsaken you?
Why have you returned…

Dear child, save me from myself
Or save yourself from me
Please…don’t start to breathe

     Autumn: Song of Silence

My love…despair
A flame burns in the air
Without a candle
Without a home

My home…nowhere
The ruins of a royal throne
In sackcloth
Which covers me

My joy…unfair
The colors of a rainbow cold
Unnoticed
Without a heart

My heart…in fear
My sins are buried there
Without redemption
Without your love

     Summer: The Haunted Ghost

I don't remember the warmth of your skin
But I still remember your touch
I still remember the sight of your blood
And I still remember how much

You are the ice on my bed every night
I felt the edge of the sword
Cutting the cord after slashing your throat
Now I'm a slave at the end of your rope

Bound to a mirror
Reflecting what’s gone
My spirit has died
But my body lives on

     Spring: (a nameless rondeau)

Aborticide, our vast divide
Evasive eyes in sorrow hide
In chilling dreams of love divine
With you, my future cast behind
An ever-silent ghost inside

In memories of tears uncried
For never-ending sins denied
While dark refrains enslaved my mind
Aborticide!

One bright eternal eventide
A blade will bring me to your side
This haunted ghost in me I’ll find
In you, my shadow undivine
My love, with you forever died
Aborticide…

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Published on Friday, October 27, 2017. Filed under: "Personal" and "Poetry"

Comments on "Darkroom 92: The Four Seasons"

On Monday, October 30, 2017, worm (1149) wrote:

this is a "stunner!"... very deep and powerful... Kudos! ~worm~
On Saturday, October 28, 2017, dwells (4177) wrote:

The Rachael Society in the Catholic church is for such lamentations that we inflict upon ourselves my friend. Truly, the full impact of the consequences can only come later as we reflect on our misdeeds, poor decisions, and unconsidered consequences that we are forced to bear for a lifetime of regret. There are many reasons why - but the burden still remains, sadly. Cheers for posting a very topical and tearful tale; shared by many of us - Dan
On Friday, October 27, 2017, Lazarus Ominous (93) wrote:

Paradoxology, I will admit that I'm not sure what this is about, but your imagery is vivid! You weave words into a tapestry of visual splendor. I really enjoyed this. Lazarus Ominous
On Friday, October 27, 2017, Paradoxology (14) wrote:

On the surface it's simply about the relationship between a mother and her aborted child. Below the surface, that's where it's personal. Thanks for commenting.