Diminished

The slow turn of a knife
twisted into the side of the soul
rips through more than flesh as it chisels the bone.
 
A skewered soul bleeds in solitude.
No tears relieve the perpetual agony of the beloved who are lost.
 
Suffocating in deep of endless grief as crimson dark river follows it drowns all hope and dreams
spilling forth an illusion that all is in vain.
 
Carnage of loved ones penetrates the eyes of the heart
and spot lights the gruesome remains of who once was
 
No reconciliation with the violence that has passed through
the generations.
Left to mourn alone life is crippled with wailing of
unuttered grief.
 
Such tragedy holds the dagger that severes the sky from the heavens and in its' wake destroys all hope of the return of the joy of yesteryear
 
Sudden and abrupt goodbyes rip away any and all resolve
as one lingers in a dimension of unthinkable pain.
God pull me up and out of this misery I pray.
Breath in and out again and say I am free