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Rise

#1 Post by Facade19 »

My cold and stinging heart burns so wild and harsh
The icy fog of the scars in my heart begin to heal,
Renewed energy enters the chasm of my chambers
Borrowed time removed, I now begin to feel.
Yet, the echoes of a distant sound once begotten,
The familiar patterns once cherished now ill forgotten,
The creative artist in me has burned and fried
And all the words of beauty now hung and dried.
To worship those moments of ardor and passion,
Or replace them with same old trending fashion,
Heed my spirit to muster enough strength and carry on,
To enrich my broken heart with some acquainted fun.
Oh Cupid, my beloved brother, and helper in time of need
Give me your cup of fatten splendor and golden sun,
Embolden and encourage me to rise up and run,
Straight into her bosoms where I long to feed-
And permit this restless soul of your genetic kin
To enter her alluring secret garden so as to bleed.
Do not let me falter and fall, I must pursue this call,
Let me cherish these last moments of laughter
Before I fumble and enter the hereafter.
And as I muse a bit more and get ever close to the final door
My thoughts and cares begin to cut into my last sane nerve,
Thus, let all who care to remember my final breath on earth,
Is for them a fortified keep to flourish and preserve.
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