After the Fall

A Poem by prettyballoon

Struggling with the aftermath of terror and abuse

After the Fall

Reluctantly my eyes receive stark consciousness

In the moment convoluted dream-terror implodes,

Impregnating every cell, each dark-filled womb

With the squirming, viscous zygotes of nightmare.

And now the brittle light of day, the pain, the pane

Through which my brain receives an imprint of reality,

Bears the renewed assault- javelins of madness

Hurled hard and unrestrained by my apostate mind-

Crazed fractures then distort consensus of the mass,

Severing me from warmth, and sensory pleasure,

Forming the rigid bars imprisoning my mind.

Within this abhorrent, lightless atmosphere-

In this dismal void bereft of any cosmic good-

Only one wry, unholy touch is left to comfort me.

The beaten dog kisses her Master’s hand-

The battered child welcomes infrequent stroke-

These are the laws of the heart-

These are the laws of the soul-

Twin guards,

Twin swords,

Passionate enforcers of self-punishment by day,

Masterful illustrators of nightmare every night.

No mercy

© 2013 prettyballoon

Author's Note

This is fairly autobiographical and I would like to know if this detracts from the poem. My hope is that veracity and validity can synthesize in a good poem.

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Sami Khalil

"These are the laws of the heart-

These are the laws of the soul-

Twin guards,

Twin swords,"

A very good poem. I like those lines the most...:)...................