Mea's (bits of me)

 

 

The Dragon 

 

 

Like a hollowed shell

plucked by the gull

dropped from the sky

to ragged ridges of scattered selves.

Empty of form

these weakened limbs

of liquified gaunt

all seeping in neutral grains of sort.

 

A heart I did have,

A soul once was.

I inhaled a life

 skipping upon the breath of sunlight.

Of flesh was made

with blood once thrived

profound eruptions

bursting the elements of ever.
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  What twisted fate

inherent though was

tangled my means

so entrapped my limbs from dancing.

Bowed my thoughts

engulfed my desires

peeled away hope

and chips relentless at my being.

 

Like Jobe of old

to bone I'm stripped

no skin untouched

by imprints premature dying.

The vessel worse

a torchered heap

while clamped teeth dig

in dungeon chains lost to weeping.

 

But where are the three

who would burden me?

argue their words

entwined with mine own lamentings?

Nothing but silence

though silence resounds

with frightening noise

as if ears are in evils keeping.

 

What have I done

What HAVE I done

deserving this unholy rapture?

Some part I played

creations sin

and leaves me this nothing thereafter.

But cold and clay

a crawling mass

till sky be bound

in air once more to another falling. 

 

Like a hollowed shell

plucked by the gull 

dropped from the sky

to ragged ridges of scattered selves.

Empty of form

these weakened limbs

a liquified gaunt

all seeping in neutral grains of sort. 

 

  ©.#158 Mea.