Phantasm

Phantasm

A Poem by Poppy Ruth Silver


For years
I protected her
possessed by the unknown
she had lived a life on razor wire
every moment was a test
to exorcise the demon within

I saw it gain strength every day
distort her features 
depress her fragile mind
she had been claimed since birth 
her pale flesh decorated with a sigil
that only I knew the dire symbolism of

I knew as the years sailed by
time was now at a crucial moment
the burden had become too much 
her frail body had started to change
her mannerisms were cold and disconnected
the unknown within had started to rise

I remember the pinnacle of transformation
her eyes pleaded 
help me
as her face took on an eerie appearance
I heard trains pass over rusted tracks 
outside
a familiar click and clack
the world maintained its pace
as she fell, severed from grace

Help me
her eyes begged
always did they seek my presence
yet I knew deep inside
she had turned a corner
I could no longer reach her
the demon knew his time had arrived

I watched her body contort
surrender to pangs of pain
I felt the removal of her very soul
replaced with the darkest evil
my attempts to exorcise such manifestation
were futile for it had gained such conviction
that it rendered my faith mute
only she could rid the horror now
that burned and raged in her weakness

I will never forget the torment in her eyes
haven't found her since the day she ran away
she is out there, somewhere
doomed as both the hunter and hunted
nothing more than prey

For years
I protected her
with knowledge that evil 
yearned to consume her
I failed to rid the demon 
trapped within the girl of a lucid dream
even worse is the guilt when I reflect
that the girl consumed 
was a soulless me





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© 2015 Poppy Ruth Silver



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symbolism carries through in progression and--then twisting into a different unexpected hate.


Posted 1 Year Ago


Didn't expect the ending...great twist. Excellent work Poppy Silver.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Really marks the cons of passivity and fear in this write...nice work.

Posted 1 Year Ago


I think I just shorted out my brain trying to gain concept of how many walls were broken here. I know that I've been in a lucid dream, because I watched it all from an out of body experience. I was a bit lost here. I had no idea where I was or where it came from itself. In the end I had to wonder if I even existed at all. This is heavy. From the total disregard for the boundaries of reality....to the existence of time with no form...this poem is a creative marvel. You have shaped the universe to your liking.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Soul-shivering perfection! What more can I say? Great work

Posted 1 Year Ago


'she had lived a life on razor wire'

My favorite line!
I loved it!
Well done!

Posted 1 Year Ago


marked since birth - what chance?? slim to none.
Loved the imagery and symbolism of the rusted tracks -
Have to say I didnt see the twist but should have. A testament to enthralling reading when you are 'in the moment' with the writer. Loved this Poppy.
Happy New Year my friend.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Poignant and haunting at the same time. Dreams and reality merging together in this yet beautiful picture.

Posted 1 Year Ago


You describe this unavoidable transformation in an incredible way. The unstoppable loss of innocence, the fall from grace. The turning of the natural child into a maladaptive adolescent. I read soulless as conformist, adapted to cultural norms and worldviews. I love the part about the symbolism of her sigil.

Absolutely love it. Well done.

Posted 1 Year Ago



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Poppy Ruth Silver
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Merry Meet all, welcome to my page. I write mainly poetry but I also write stream of thought prose. I also create spoken word poetry and have a couple of novels on the go (dust covered albeit;) My .. more..

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