Once
I spoke with a thoughtful mind
As
I watched the smiles, soft and kind,
But
terror has since stripped me of my flesh—
Torn
down my walls and ripped the delicate mesh.
The
evil that consumes me knocks at my door—
Whispering
secrets and twisted lore.
Evil’s
coy smile, with delicate grace
Takes
hold and nails me into place.
My
heart lies still by those clawed feet,
As
I bow down in shame and defeat.
Left
to brood in the words I had spoken
Before
passion was contrived of tokens
And
strings of ephemeral caresses.
The
beast listens to my second guesses
Laughing
at my desperate plea,
Reflecting
the bane that is me.
Exiling
sanity through selfish action—
The
mirror before me, an image of vain attraction,
Shutters
and cracks as the room empties.
In
loneliness I never thought I see,
No
tears wept for my sin,
For
I am left, the devil’s kin.
DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com
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