Bewildered angst holds steady in the tides of an ocean dawning hatred.
Time’s thought toward it, denied. And yet,
Rise and pitch
Beguiling
Against restraining perimeters drawn in upon her.
Perimeter misfits her very being,
Emotion the foreign downtrod that confounds.
Reverberating threat “There is no release!”
The boundary will not retreat.
How then, oh life,
How does the bombardment engage the constricts?
Foul loathing rises within the collar of lies constricting truth’s escape in a slow suffocation of silence.
A silence that promised truth would hold.
A silence that promised justice in pardon for the mistake made.
A silence that promised to quietly, softly render them powerless.
She heaves within at the horror of bad decision,
Time wasted stains the present tears,
Regret a weeping ink upon her soul, staining evidence of a connection still bound.
The metallic sting of Blood strikes the nostrils as the daggers pierce,
Shredded flesh cascades a shawl down her back,
Shrouding the betrayal of silence.
Too many voices for silence to fall.
The orchestral machinations of a closing,
Sweet metallic nonchalance of latch sealing…
All is in darkness and all is misleading.
How then, oh life,
Put light within the dark?
Put light upon this treacherous ocean!
Amid the course and terror, shards will stream,
Light will mirror and shatter such hatred.
Into the depths within the layers the greatness of ocean depths will claim and diminish,
Wave upon wave closing in, closing down.
The tides will ebb.
The tides are rest.
Time’s thought toward it, denied. And yet,
Rise and pitch
Beguiling
Against restraining perimeters drawn in upon her.
Perimeter misfits her very being,
Emotion the foreign downtrod that confounds.
Reverberating threat “There is no release!”
The boundary will not retreat.
How then, oh life,
How does the bombardment engage the constricts?
Foul loathing rises within the collar of lies constricting truth’s escape in a slow suffocation of silence.
A silence that promised truth would hold.
A silence that promised justice in pardon for the mistake made.
A silence that promised to quietly, softly render them powerless.
She heaves within at the horror of bad decision,
Time wasted stains the present tears,
Regret a weeping ink upon her soul, staining evidence of a connection still bound.
The metallic sting of Blood strikes the nostrils as the daggers pierce,
Shredded flesh cascades a shawl down her back,
Shrouding the betrayal of silence.
Too many voices for silence to fall.
The orchestral machinations of a closing,
Sweet metallic nonchalance of latch sealing…
All is in darkness and all is misleading.
How then, oh life,
Put light within the dark?
Put light upon this treacherous ocean!
Amid the course and terror, shards will stream,
Light will mirror and shatter such hatred.
Into the depths within the layers the greatness of ocean depths will claim and diminish,
Wave upon wave closing in, closing down.
The tides will ebb.
The tides are rest.
Melissa Hocking 2010
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