The Cold Waking

Scapegoats say sorry, and it's a fault
When every wrong is every reason
For scornfully smiting the skull
That's too thin and breaks loudly
The pressure of inertia's weight
Hangs heavy its crushing hold
I don't want to wade in tears
And wait for your pride to turn
Hatred looks to come with ease
But I can't conjure one loveless crumb
Where was this found? Where?
I never saw it in you even once
Late night succumbs to languor
I lay, astray in mist of dreams
Swallowed up in your embrace
A morning kiss of rays and your warmth
Right now they're all I can and want to feel
Take this, an olive branch to my confidant
You once were, and you remain
In my departure from each darkness
Escapes to far-off peaceful pastures
Where I fabricate your forgiveness
And design destruction of all blame
I could build a home here
But visions are quickly consumed
By ravenous reality's dayspring
Each cold and merciless morn
I wake up to the obstinate sting of war
Begging me for balm I have yet to see

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A beautiful poem Brittany. My understanding is of wanting to resolve life´s inevitable conflicts, by confronting them in a peaceful manner,or at least learning to live with and tolerate them through understanding, which is an altogether very brave thing to do. I must comment on your impressive artwork, could be an amazing album cover. Thank you! :) x
Thanks so much Tony! It sounds like you understood my poem quite well! I do vie for restoration of peace. Always.
Thank you thank you for your kind words!