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i'm going to bed

Posted to Action Poetry




cause
i spit blood
into my palm
feeling the warmth
that i have
inside
where i die
in colors
blue
black
purple
red
letting them
set in
my sight
where i see
a past
i can forgive
but never forget
the walls
crumble
to free me
letting my
atrophied wings
spread
in obsidian glory
reflecting
the sun's slivers
of light
that break
through the grey
clouds that
whisper from
the heavens
with God's voice
that keeps
the heart beating
while hope
slumbers within
my ever moving
almond honey flesh
protected by
his mouth
that visits me
when i am vulnerable
making me
safe
the darkness outside
creeps up
to knock
with closed fists
onto my concentration
shattering it
into dust
that sparkles
stars that burn
deep into
my cognizant thoughts
while others
move beneath
the dirt of my own
terra
where i thrive
and spirits
of time lost
dissipate
into my sleep
that follows
the understanding
of tepid water
as if frames
my nakedness
with honesty
that is more
than another
human being
has ever given
to me...
goodnight...
Zzzz
Zzzz
Zzzz