Angel

Deathbed

Thou art the solace
crumbled at my feet
the indispensable truth
behind my pillow
the somber epitome
of the nightmares
beyond fiery darkness
the sordid infirmary
of that hollow rupture
embracing my mortality.

I should like to prod
from this gory enchantment
from such rage
that engulfed my being
the enigma that bequeathed
this transient
a morose concurrence
of reality.

ksbaluyot

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