Brethren

Fallen soldiers aren't always on the battlefield. Some are at war with themselves, hoping to find some piece of mind.

Have you ever been stung by a bullet?

Rung like the melancholy bells of heaven in your evanescence

Vanishing insanity leaves me unwhole

I’ve been stung by many bludgeoned by semis

Emissary’s solarium bringing the heat to the light of my world

The stingers in my dead ringer vigilant memories

I cut myself on the shattered glass lives I look through in the fog

Fight me and you’ll barely scratch the surface’s psalm

Writing is the only thing that gives me purposeful calm

Rehearsing my act so I can put on a freakshow before it’s curtains I’m gone

Every syllable vilified amaryllis from the belladonna sodomy

Now is a present that nobody wants to be given, opening up our hearts monogamy

And selling our souls in the abyssal promiscuity

I walk around minding my own business, my glasshouse captivity half full in an empty world

I wear my heart on my sleeves lest he beseeches me, and walk a mile in these shoes with no soles

As sandy beaches bleed I feel as broken as a puzzle piece

In a jigsaw-mill where they put our pieces back together, glued in our straightjacket patricide

Where the little ones ripped raw thawed under the light of dawn

Upon our prayers, there is no one there

Dare to cherish the barrage of solitude sauntered in the waters of a shallow hallelujah

Removed from the grooves of illusional delusions bioluminescent dejected in the sepulchre

Bedlam of an honourless epilogue’s renaissance

I write in fonts to glue the shards back together, that once were called brethren

Toys that never wanted to be played with dancing on a string

Children stung by bumblebees with angelwings

Author's Note

I promise I read every single review, and I generally will reply to them. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be happy to hear anything you feel needs sharing. Whenever you write on my shortcomings or breakthroughs, or the themes of my poems, or share ideas and friendly criticism, it decides my next poem to an extent. I will listen, learn and be thankful. And 99% of the time, you'll get a reply unless you're trolling me.

Reviews

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You have such a nice skill creating imagery. Your tagline is fascinating and the poem is so intense and intriguing. So I'm late this time... I should have reviewed it before but busy you know. Anyways your poems are so appealing, I can't stop reading in between.😆
Good Luck!