Strength bleeds backwards

There was a time before blood and bind
Before dance and bone
Where reverie wakes
And sky’s do groan

So lonesome
in the endless expanse
Made merry
Give chase

But burn back blades
Fire whips it’s frenzy
All control lost and only
In its absence noted

Shout surrender
Heart pounding
Straining for one last beat
one last hush of blood

Fear permeates
The quiet unsaid
Leaving potential lies
To churn out stomach lining

Waiting for the pustulmelous fragility to burst
Lost in thoughts that won’t cease
And the hardship that comes

Knowing your thoughts
Knowing that you are past bearing
That some words should never be uttered

And the only shelter
Is the arms of silence

3 thoughts on “Strength bleeds backwards

  1. TheFeatheredSleep April 12, 2017 / 1:53 pm

    Wow this is so melancholy I love it. I also like the message, that strength can seem like bleeding backwards but you are still moving forward even as you consider the past in relation to what you must know to make that forward motion.

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