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THE SOUND OF A BREAKING SOUL
Relentless ambition befriending amplified hope to shelved dreams,
climbing broken ladders fragile from repetition with quacking disjointed screams.
No magical bean sprouting from the ground to springing desire to a golden goose.
Hard toil wiping youthful glow burning green trees in my heart irrevocably without remorse or truce.
Mumbled prayers queuing patiently for an opportunity to be tossed in overflowed dust bins of irrational applications.
Destined to spectate happiness succumbing to shouldering heavy suitcases laden with dreams for others embarking on deserved vacations.
Oblivious to the rigorous axe tearing branches of my soul creating shelter for
despair to guest;
Adorned museums with trophies of extinguished happiness imprisoned in artistic portraits showcased in splendour stripped from a mind bereft of rest.
A slave in a garden of roses pruning and plucking torns with bleeding fingers for a master to seduce deep pockets.
Cursed like a cactus plant to suffer growth in isolated scotched lands no petals to attract pollination growth or irrigational buckets.
Chasing betterment stumbling on exhaustion blocks fogging clarity of distinction from dreams and hallucination;
Watching the flare of hope dying into ashes as l flounder for identity and refugee in ramshackled houses and peace in intoxication.
l blink away tears to sooth away fresh wounds torn open from the penance l capitulate to bleeding away love on this paper.
Restraining my pen from heralding the mosters l breed in the basement of my mind with methodical delicacy and proficiency of a passionate caretaker.
Breaking bread with demons feasting on every modicum of happiness festering from negligence in my heart.
A battlefield mind with raging catastrophe spiralling out of control yet the world find my poetry intriguing and sell it as art.
Poisoned with love from a bowl of manipulative hurt;
My heart is tantamount to a jug with tiny cracks incapable of holding liquid love that easily spirt.
You see my anger as a mirror to my true identity wrapped in a pretentious gift box with a smiley sticker.
Fold your sleeves and dig deep in my heart you will extract authentic love skeletons buried without a ceremonial farewell ghosting in lonesome ditches crying for help with tired vocals of despair growing weaker.
© luisRupende
climbing broken ladders fragile from repetition with quacking disjointed screams.
No magical bean sprouting from the ground to springing desire to a golden goose.
Hard toil wiping youthful glow burning green trees in my heart irrevocably without remorse or truce.
Mumbled prayers queuing patiently for an opportunity to be tossed in overflowed dust bins of irrational applications.
Destined to spectate happiness succumbing to shouldering heavy suitcases laden with dreams for others embarking on deserved vacations.
Oblivious to the rigorous axe tearing branches of my soul creating shelter for
despair to guest;
Adorned museums with trophies of extinguished happiness imprisoned in artistic portraits showcased in splendour stripped from a mind bereft of rest.
A slave in a garden of roses pruning and plucking torns with bleeding fingers for a master to seduce deep pockets.
Cursed like a cactus plant to suffer growth in isolated scotched lands no petals to attract pollination growth or irrigational buckets.
Chasing betterment stumbling on exhaustion blocks fogging clarity of distinction from dreams and hallucination;
Watching the flare of hope dying into ashes as l flounder for identity and refugee in ramshackled houses and peace in intoxication.
l blink away tears to sooth away fresh wounds torn open from the penance l capitulate to bleeding away love on this paper.
Restraining my pen from heralding the mosters l breed in the basement of my mind with methodical delicacy and proficiency of a passionate caretaker.
Breaking bread with demons feasting on every modicum of happiness festering from negligence in my heart.
A battlefield mind with raging catastrophe spiralling out of control yet the world find my poetry intriguing and sell it as art.
Poisoned with love from a bowl of manipulative hurt;
My heart is tantamount to a jug with tiny cracks incapable of holding liquid love that easily spirt.
You see my anger as a mirror to my true identity wrapped in a pretentious gift box with a smiley sticker.
Fold your sleeves and dig deep in my heart you will extract authentic love skeletons buried without a ceremonial farewell ghosting in lonesome ditches crying for help with tired vocals of despair growing weaker.
© luisRupende
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