Shining Through The Veil

Shining Through The Veil

A Poem by Bobby Madden
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A production of heartbreak.

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Annihilation swept through like the shifting, sinister shadows of night
Wielders of light massacred alongside the majesty of truth, putting an end to its reign
All that was once believed to be real has now been convinced to be pure myth
The countless miles of distance in pursuit of the starlight heart have been tragically left in vain

The ground viciously quakes in the eve of apocalyptic destruction
Fear and foresight stand confirmed at the coming of this predictably inevitable end
Armageddon could never be escaped by simply prolonging our lives
The stars undertook a final configuration of ill fate and death that time could not mend

Every smile you wore, word you said, kiss you gave, all that I was feeling
The hope on the horizon and the luminous love in your heart were all nothing but a lie
I awoke from a dream of paradise to an unreal reality
Love, hope, and bliss stood before me in a row, looked into my eyes, and coldly told me goodbye

Apprehension and dread were withstood within a wasteland of sacrifice 
Conscience compelled me to adventure home as your fell voice cried my name on the poisonous air
As I rode into the forsaken, twilit lands of your heart once again
You relinquished your intentions with my presence and I was left in solitude and despair

The bright aura of your essence radiates with treachery and deceit
The dark domain of your destructive duality has established dominant dominion
After such pointless, shattered optimism, I find myself hating you
You being incapable of trust will forevermore be my main belief and opinion

A flame of suffering consumes me until I am reduced to mere ash
Fire slowly burns away my flesh and the muscles and bones beneath it, but I somehow survive
I have become a scarred carcass of incinerated thoughts and feelings
Nothing worth thinking or feeling, nowhere to go, yet I have found a reason to be alive

Love is but a spawn of pain, desperation and needless dependency
The bleak and brief happiness it breeds but an omen of sorrow, heartbreak, and insanity
Beware of the star in your heart; the illuminator of illusions
Deception preparation by tenacious refusal to lose faith is stark profanity

In disbelief to this truth you bring to my eyes, I have chosen exile
Your pleading words and concern for what becomes of me are the wings you ride to flee from your guilt
Intolerance drives me to the outside, into silence and loneliness
The pitch-black wood of skeleton trees that stretch into faded white night is the new home I've built

All around, shadows of an unjust atmosphere enshroud and confine me
Attempting to forever corrupt me and deceptively steal and obliterate my name
No matter how many fantastical concepts of life prove themselves false
It will never deprive me from the courage to be true to my spirit and eternal flame

After hours of weeping out my tortured soul in the empty, frozen air
And though the scars of my sadness could impel my eyes to produce tears for all eternity
Reflection brought realization that misery remains voluntary
And no life should be wasted being in control by those who give you grief of infinity

I have been drained, devoured, darkened, defeated, demolished and destroyed
But no possible impossibility can nor will ever take my soul away from me
When I thought all I had was my life, I found something more valuable
As an invincible, limitless contradiction to all that I may endure, I am free

What was once a symbol of hope is now but a symbol of who I am
The moon, with the luminosity that cannot illuminate the entire blackened sky
The shifting shadows of gray clouds may shroud me in the thickest veil of night
But in spite of how far it may travel, my everlasting light still shines and will never die

 

© 2013 Bobby Madden


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If I'm correct, you sent this to me to read once. I loved it then and loved it now. I think it's funny as time passed the meaning changes.

I like how you have this theme of possibilty to alot of your work; this eager hope.


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Bobby Madden
Bobby Madden

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