A Melancholic Eyes

Clouded shadows brimming crimson foam

and golden gush through melancholic eyes,

through winding labyrinth and catacomb

of ancient curses, phobias, and lies

to penetrate the heart–an easy task

on one so scarred and scared of His romance,

the hand that peels back my iron mask

and guides my feeble feet into His dance

of sacrifice and love. I slowly choke

on my own breath until He meets me here,

our secret place where first my spirit broke,

and stitches up my soul, and draws me near.

With stitched-up soul I’ll take each soft surprise

serenely in through melancholic  eyes.

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The title came from an anagram of my full name. Shocking how well it brought out the way I see things.

Posted on April 24, 2013, in NaPoWriMo and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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