Downcast Screeching

By Abberant

A melody so
Beau-ti-ful-ly broken
It's- ghostly
To ears-
And the
Bone frore; psoriasis skin
Screaming vociferous
With claret shot
Token festered eyes
Could speak

Glacial strokes to
An empty
Mere,
Growing epicormic buds
For fresh-er-than-threshing
Squabbles.

Shadows speak
And evanesce,
When the blood
I made shivering
Seeps warmth; to tears.
I call for Help--

                        Guidance-

                                             Aid

It echoes and
I forget--
Why I came here.
While the big-ness of things and feelings
Are gone again.

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Copyright 2017 Abberant
Published on Tuesday, August 8, 2017.     Filed under: "Personal" and "Poetry"
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  • Kaiser Black On Wednesday, August 9, 2017, Kaiser Black (1137)By person wrote:

    This was a very unique write. Worded perfectly. Well done.

  • worm On Wednesday, August 9, 2017, worm (832)By person wrote:

    so many thoughts this brings to mind... so I will just say... Nicely done! ~worm~

  • tmanzano On Tuesday, August 8, 2017, tmanzano (138)By person wrote:

    "While the big-ness of things..." I may love this ending stanza as a child would love Christmas.

  • Bornfrompain On Tuesday, August 8, 2017, Bornfrompain (378)By person wrote:

    This was absolutely fantastic! Exceptional pen! - BFP

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