Untitled Poem

I hear you.

Voices

whispering in my ear

taunting

disturbing

the aura

surrounding me.

Vicious.

I cringe

tongue lashing

striking

finding chinks in the armor.

I try so hard

not to scream in defeat.

Nails

talons

hook my soul

pulling forth

wraiths

dancing with the devil

tears shatter on my cheeks.

Bereaved

on my knees

unable to forget

head bent

submission

why oh god

why

can I not obliterate

the memories that I carry.

Prostrate

I lay upon the alter

blooded laments

anger stirring

rage

a bonfire 

consuming.

Wanting nothing more

than to dismiss….

fear

pain

doubt

conjuring….

strength

time

belief.

I struggle to my knees.

Supplicant

hands raised

forehead bent

touching the cobbles

I cannot abate

let loose

fall free

of the person I am to be.

November 3/18

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