Black Dove

Manically twisting and turning,

Desperately looking for someone in the crowd,

Someone to blame, someone to anchor to,

Trying to find the destroyer,

 

Eyes darting from stem to stem,

Looking for a face in the dark of unknown,

Crying in the unfairness of the world,

Passing your eyes over my face so easily,

 

Your pain, resonating through the trees,

A melody to my unkempt mind,

Your screams falling upon deaf ears,

Unable to rid your heart of any pain,

 

Your hand outstretched, palm open,

Asking for someone to take hold,

Receiving nothing but cold air,

Shoving open hand back into blind eye,

 

Motions repeated, hoping for a different outcome,

Hand outstretched, hand falling flat,

Innocence riven from steady heart,

Creating the destroyer in you,

 

So desperate to find the black dove,

Hidden amongst the shadows of light,

Eyes casting me as but another trick of mind,

Wrenching sorrow from addled mind,

 

Your screams but a whisper amongst the world,

Your pain not a drop on the radar of life,

Your life so little compared to those of others,

Your reasons pitiful and so damn useless,

 

Your mind confusing hatred for question,

Welcoming my offered hand,

Overlooking the obvious glaring statement,

Of my black mind and soul,

 

I am that destroyer you are searching for,

Cast as a wolf in sheep’s clothing,

You welcome me so quickly,

Desperation impairing judgement,

 

I want to feel sorry for you,

Your cries echoing in my ear,

But your desperation, is aggravating,

Which brings me to only feel comfort,

 

Comfort in your pain, comfort in your tears,

Watching as you spill your fears into hand,

Manically twisting and turning,

Allowing me to take until all is gone,

 

Mind empty, hope futile,

Cries mellow as recognition dawns upon clouded eye,

Spirt broken and heart stuttering,

Mind accepting the dark of mental,

 

Voice taken, and sight impaired,

No longer the innocence of child,

Instead taking form of the typical,

The black dove, of society's making.

 

 

Author's Note

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[M.A.]

Your screams but a whisper amongst the world,
Your pain not a drop on the radar of life,
Your life so little compared to those of others,
Your reasons pitiful and so damn useless,

Out of all the lines in this piece these are the ones that spoke to me. They are so true about this world and how little a person is in it. Surrounded and swallowed by the masses. This was a great piece you have created. Thank you for sharing,

[maria ( rose)]

That's quite intriguing. You are one inspiring writer. Keep up the great work!!
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