Eversleeping

[Hannah Capps]

The cable scars across her arms,
The whip's healing of men...
The punctures upon Christ's skin,
The knife's kiss upon her sin...
You oh God, were not esteemed,
So too affliction shackles me...
Human kind like obtuse sheep,
Do turn there own way...
Set her suffering soul to rest...
“To die, to sleep,
that makes calamity of so long life...”
To make that eternal dormancy...

“To be-or not to be...
weather 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune...
Or to take up arms against a sea of troubles,
And, by opposing end them...”

Dagger's been through her form before,
“Baby's black balloon makes her fly”
She died, she slept...
She slept to escape the contemptuous,
argumentation...
Spread through cutting asunder,
The marrow of the one 'loved'...
She hides away in her room,
departed from the divestment...
Words fell like poison,
Yet, her tormentors gave her no friendly drop to follow after...
Her conscious of there pain and ache,
Leaving behind those poor simpletons...
There souls she would willingly demolish...
Instead she withers,
Into her nightmares...
For they give her,
No rational motive,
To stay unsleeping...

 

[AndroidsDreamofBTC]

Nice poem. Strong melancholic imagery.

 

[Hannah Capps]

Thanks...