Poem Number 1763

safely shaded by the somber soliloquies
I caress my soul through my skin
dish rag blues sing through the night sock
cry in the tea towel shit

..(continued from the second line)
...
the wounds
wrapped in pretty words
reveal themselves
daggers and salt
my soul has become like ancient pottery
dying of thirst
my soul needed to scream.
...
In the shrouded town of desolation
eaten by greed
ruined by lust
I stand on main street
and sing my song of mourning
a desperate plea for someone to come help
...
but there is no one
not one life, save my own
ventures to come near
...
I hold no joyful heralding
no giddy anticipation of rich food
no romantic embrace found in the liquid fire
golden lover
becomes the whine of disappointment
especially when the dance lasts too long
...
In tragic form
playing all the parts
on a dusty barren street
I dance
free from broken promises I made myself years ago
...
Sirens dressed in black
wave their grief
like the fan speak of kabuki theater
they tell my story now
while I lay bare my soul
they keep me safe
...
Regret comes to taunt
eating dishes of delicious illusion
of what might have been
..
I am drowned by what ifs and dream fairies
letting go I find only myself staring back
from the depth of time
I am alone
...
Dark night
dreary night
speaking in riddles
self delusions
self gratification
self martyrisims
I am naked
to the bones
I am naked
...
I have known myself
only as I could have
my strivings and strainings
sting like claw marks
set deep in the face of expectations
the stench of vomited failure
cover the scene now
.
I was never my father's daughter
only one child
in a long weary line
filled with the hungry waifs of humanity
.
My soul screams
from bones that bend
but don't break
my soul screams
bursting the dam behind my eyes
and finally the rains came
the flood poured out
pain lost in salt soaked rain
.
I am baptized in the wash of my own tears
mercy is the bread I seek
soaked by soul
drown in tears
I am naked
to the bone
I am naked
.
but I have feasted on the larder of my soul
bitter
sweet
greasy
tangy
salty
my life set out as a banquet
suppers ready
come and eat and drink from the wells of your soul
.
my words echo
wrapped in the coldness of winter
infecting my ears
then my eyes
with truth
.

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To who ever put the first line up, thank you. I'd come here this morning to write some poetry.
There is so much going on in the world right now that I needed a safe and private place to just let go in.
That's at least one reason I come here. To stitch together words that paint images, even when it makes sense only to me.
This morning I had no idea of what to write
finding that first line was enough to write
so thank you for leaving it here for me to find.
.
W.