Begin the end

You wipe this across me, smearing my soul.
Reasons dipped in the oil of old.
Setting fire to what was constructed in that cathedral heart.
Burn those books.
Too many voices and words that itch your eyes.
Wonderful illuminated choices.
So many options to despise.
You crumble away our past like a mosaic mountain.
Shifting each rock with the ones you throw.
Opinions that hurt, your augmented ammunition.
Laying waste to my field of reprieve.
Never a victim of happenstance.
A martyr all the same.
Bowing to your own reflected idol, hung up in gold and wood.
Or the blue that bruises my world.
Leaving a mark of departure, etched on my skin for an eternity.

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8 thoughts on “Begin the end

  1. I like the whole poem, but this line especially, “You crumble away our past like a mosaic mountain.” Nice work… The injury both physical and spiritual is very clear. If this is autobio, Hang in there.

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    • Thank you. The internal and shrouded.
      Is more objective than aiutobio…. But have been there before.. Thanks for the words of support though. Appreciate it

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