Boiling Divine.

I awoke to the shine of the light in my mind,

bubbling over the brim of the boiling divine,

and I asked the Gods why they’ve kept me alive,

no answer came back and I closed my eyes;


I blocked off all the passageways leading deep inside,

this place isn’t fit for those besides the likes of you and I,

I removed the duct-tape and my mouth dropped open wide,

I reused the same piece to hide the hatred in my eyes;


my spirit was nowhere near my defeated black flag,

my soul never embraced the replaced chains and gags,

I might be taken out like last week’s garbage bag,

but I will keep with me, every injury that I’ve ever had;


I finally shut out the sun and flooded the compound,

I stamped out the memories left lying around,

I screamed at the Gods until they too, fell down,

and I firmly believe that they are listening now.




3 thoughts on “Boiling Divine.

  1. kosmogonic says:

    They should be listening to a soul that can speak so divinely of the human experience, and closer, first-hand to the sometimes awful darkness that includes. Your voice and courage are sheer inspiration.

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  2. tarnishedsoul says:

    Beautifully dark!
    I’ve always admired your way with words.

    Liked by 1 person

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