Slaughter

Slaughter

A Poem by Lucia

Where trees once kissed the skyline

I find ribs upon a cage

Where pristine borders now entwine

I once bore twinkling stage

Where honey once did glisten

Upon my eager lips

I find they are now lapping

By pools of precipice


For harmony now lacking

Guides my beatless march

I can but stride on deeper

Into the binding dark


And yet you say my light is bright

As if I carry it so well

But to me the light is blinding

And it carries me through hell


I hold my mask as it’s too heavy

to hold upon my head

In hands as I lay weeping

For the lands that I have tread


And call to god to save me

Though I know him to be dead

And just as real my hope is

Life is but a shadow of its stead


So tell me again how I am pretty

With your petty shallow thoughts

And not the courage to call me meaty

For all the weakness that I’ve wrought


A heart upon a sleeve is but the slaughter to a kill!

And I forever always, bending to its will



© 2017 Lucia



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You are a very good writer. You make the words come alive and understood by the reader.
"So tell me again how I am pretty
With your petty shallow thoughts
And not the courage to call me meaty
For all the weakness that I’ve wrought"
I love the above lines. We need people who like us as-is. Thank you Lucia for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lucia

9 Months Ago

Thank you for your appreciation, I hope to keep more of my writing clearer like this one
Coyote Poetry

9 Months Ago

I liked this one and you are welcome.



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A lot of personal information here. I like the threads you wove into this piece. I get the inner pain that comes from the life events that we control. The disappointment. Glad to see that you are writing elegant poems like this one to express it.

Posted 9 Months Ago


Powerful.amazing words to read. Whatever that was inside you that made it necessary to write this it was worth it. very impressive


Posted 9 Months Ago


Lucia

9 Months Ago

thank you!
You are a very good writer. You make the words come alive and understood by the reader.
"So tell me again how I am pretty
With your petty shallow thoughts
And not the courage to call me meaty
For all the weakness that I’ve wrought"
I love the above lines. We need people who like us as-is. Thank you Lucia for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lucia

9 Months Ago

Thank you for your appreciation, I hope to keep more of my writing clearer like this one
Coyote Poetry

9 Months Ago

I liked this one and you are welcome.
Ooh!! This is so hauntingly beautiful! An exquisite piece! I love your choice of words! I'll comment more specifically later but wanted to tell you how much I appreciated reading your piece!!

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a real journey of despair.
A lot of asking going on. But no answers coming back.
I'm not religious. But it feels like a test of faith.
You leave a lot of questions in your writes. Like that.

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I hold my mask as it’s too heavy
to hold upon my head
In hands as I lay weeping
For the lands that I have tread

WOW! I enjoyed this write, I really enjoyed this stanza. you are very poetic, I enjoy your style. Hope you write more.

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lucia

9 Months Ago

I'm so glad you enjoyed it! Thank you!! I'll be sure to keep posting, I'm loving this site so far!

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Tags: slaughter, poem, poetry, rhyme, traditional, depression, mental illness, harmony, marching, march, dark, darkness, death, stage, beauty, mask, secrets, heart, sleeve, romance, love, fear, pretty, shallow, hell

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Lucia
Lucia

Fort Washington, PA



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