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Tainted

Tainted

Necromance midst
Rain drops in fall
I lift sporadically
Adrift in squall.
Shreds of cloth torn
From my torso and breast
I embrace the lightening
My heart beat ingests

Darkened skies
My catalyst of pain
Thunder bellows
Wind echoes my name
My ribs crack
Pressures of sin
My bones splinter
Loss of life in my limbs

My eyes brimming
Yet no tears are shed
I’ve been here before
Where my heart beat is dead
I’m stripped of my vessel
And given a new
Yet my soul is tainted
No more dreams to spew.

 

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Imtisal Fatima

I know (LOL)
I'm going on a Simon Bromley poem reading spree but I just have to comment on this one wow Simon you're like a pro!

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