Breathing Through Old Wounds

By FellowFutureFossil

The tide has turned and yet I've still not been shored
Without desire to find my way back home
Upon these seas, ill-fated salts that brine the wounds
Through which I still draw breath
The grievance does not cease
I've endured the tempest since
The nascent quandary of broken hope
Complacency, this latency bore heavy on my weathered back
I refuse to turn
And cast the worm
That draws the prize of grief's relent
At the broken gold
Of dawn's glowing ode
Shan't kiss this withered tired soul
I'm desperately in need to have these torments wrought on those
That damned me to this wretched hell
The darkened Absu whose crests I fare
For those who've wished
But have forgotten since
To lay gaze unto my form threadbare

Breathing is for the weak
Lest air is taken through wounds unclosed
Salted by oceans aggrieved
By that which I cannot truly redeem
What use are there for lungs
When perfectly olden wounds have grown?

Exonerate me
Unchain and thaw me
A notion most enthralling
Exonerate me
Heal and harm me
For madness sake,
Thus hath the shadows spake

I'm in hell
A world of broken promises
And oaken boxes wherein lay
Articles of human decency decayed
To this day, I'm still afflicted by the lance in my side
Of when it all went astray and awry
I've looked to the sky
And have seen
Wanton emptiness and savored vacancies
Staring coldly back at me
Grotesque reminiscences
Of a world whirling away from my frigid hands
The sands of time
Grating through these calloused fingertips
Dread despair at my undoing
Laid bare, a gradual slip henceforth ensuing
Stripped down to the nudity of ill-intent
A slow descent into a Promethean deathbed
Where nothing grows and nothing dies
A cyclical beginning and end
To a host of horror's inflictions, denied

Exonerate me
Birth me then slay me
Keep these tenets close to always betray me
Exonerate me
Give me rope and kick the chair
Pull me apart, I beg of you
I want to know I was ever of use
Pervert the nature of what i attempted to host
Now empty vessel for the engorged to boast

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Copyright 2020 FellowFutureFossil
Published on Thursday, June 11, 2020.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Something I recently wrote about the inability to let go of the past. Hope whoever reads enjoys it
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  • dwells On Wednesday, June 24, 2020, dwells (4512)By person wrote:

    And the eagle returns for his daily lunch of liver... Always enamored of a nautical theme and this was superb 3F. Got a touch of the Ancient Mariner before diving to deeper deaths. Nicely done and cheers! - Dan

  • FellowFutureFossil On Wednesday, June 24, 2020, FellowFutureFossil (24)By person wrote:

    Very much appreciated. Glad you enjoyed it and thanks for taking a moment to read it.

  • Jonas Robinson On Friday, June 12, 2020, Jonas Robinson (940)By person wrote:

    Beautiful images. I enjoyed this because of the elegant beauty that was carefully crafted in the word choice and rhymes. Thank you for sharing. :)

  • FellowFutureFossil On Sunday, June 14, 2020, FellowFutureFossil (24)By person wrote:

    Thank you for taking the time to read my stuff. Very much appreciated

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