Posted in of the mind, poetry

In all concession


Let all of me shatter, just let it all break
Warp all my realities into superficial fakes
Let lose all this anger, inhale all this rage
Let the chaos take over this mundane stage

I never meant to let go of me
Perhaps I held on too desperately
This noose I have around me tighten
But I’ll wear it in all glory- a velvety golden

It feels hellish and cold, all eternally frozen
What used to be idyllic now a concrete garden
In diamond bricks of scarlet stone-cold blood
Is my heart laden in so-called pure love’s mud

It does not matter, no, not anymore
What’s supposed to come just let it forth
Let’s raise holy hell in my ruined heaven
Hail this sullen prayer from a faithful heathen

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to break.

featured image: artwork by Miles Johnston



Hi! I'm Rose. I fancy myself a poet sometimes... But really, I'm just a dreamer- a wonder wanderer. Words are my photo albums.

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