RMB Poetry 🖤

When you look in the mirror and see no soul staring back, the thunder storms lightening outlines monsters on your back.

The heavens pour rain to cleanse earths dirt , a cleanse that attempts to give some rebirth.

The skies empty out rain in a form of silence, this type of thunder reminds me a of strategic violence.

As the rain drenches gapping wounds, some that have been there longer than you assumed.

The lightening strikes and I respect the rolling roar, shattering sounds that have once brought me to the floor.

Do I drown in the rain or hide from the storm, What was the purpose for which I was born.

Worn out by day but can not sleep at night, the burning candle of reality stuns the afternoon light.

My mistakes are masked within shadows on the wall, the type of darkness that Camouflages free falls.

Blurry eyes see distorted visions, rose colored blinders ignorantly block out suspicions.

Can you Decipher the message between the lines, the writing on the wall replicates a new design.

Have you ever felt so alive but suffocated for air, the rose bedded garden has thorns so beware.

Walk through the garden as you catch your last breath, admire the beauty but respect the death.

Are the rose petals yellow, pink, or red? The color of crimson is what she dreads .

As the soft rose petals caress her skin, subtly the jagged thrones trace her sins.

In the garden of Eve is where I shall bury my past, a record of sins that no longer will be rehashed.

Reach down into your grave and feel the cold flesh,
Summoned is your demons this will be your last breathe.

This is the lie that has plagued your entire being,
one of disillusion that will blind you from seeing.

As the shadow on your back slowly sucks your blood,
darkness feeds on your struggles, trenching through the mud.

As you drown in the mud and begin to taste dirt,
your saliva reminds you of who you hurt.

Do I dare dig out the dirt or sink into my shame,
The Turmoil created I can only to blame.

She tried to outplay him,but he always seemed ahead,
Being in his presence is ultimately what she dread.

He used her past as shield to deflect his next move,
If she’s not strategic she might gain a bruise.

He played the cards well that she was not yet dealt,
Isolation and hopelessness is what she felt.

She learned how to bluff and fold her next hand,
She refused to give up even if she was damned.

As the game plays on opponents start to fold,
The thought of being alone with him is very, very, cold.

Her bluffs and folds finally lead to a royal flush,
She now owns the story of her own paint brush.

She lays her cards down and it’s the end of the game,
She is no longer a victim ruled by his shame.

You have lived a dream confined by a white picket fence, ultimately a delusion that has lead to death.

Love your neighbor as you would love yourself, but what if love is something you never experienced yourself.

There comes a day you demolish that wall, and decide to fight back even if you crawl.

The soil of earth decomposes your past, now you can breathe and take off the mask

As you crawl through the mud and face the hurt, finally the pain is buried deep within the dirt.

You follow a trail that leads to a river, washing your hands clean makes you quiver.

You’ve been led down a path that is the road less traveled, and here before God You will become unraveled.

As the night bleeds into day and the day into night, Nirvana wears off as she sees the light .

She begins to awake and her vision becomes clear, the panic starts to set in fore waking is what she feared.

Slipping into the nighttime somber feels good under the devils thumb, it’s the one place to escape and not see what she has become.

That’s when the light revels the scars on her skin; exhibits a canvas about grief within.

She tried to outrun her pain despite it being sowed in her soul; sleeping with the enemy is what she only knows.

Cocaine, cocaine make me feel numb, help me escape from under his thumb.

As the high begins to peek I briefly feel a smile, it’s a feeling I know won’t last for awhile.

Nirvana drowns out as my breathe becomes shallow, my soul and my heart has become so hallow.

You just want to hurt me and leave me to die, making me feel worthless is your favorite lie.

I now see your colors shine and look at you with destain, no longer will I allow you to poison my brain.

I have witnessed the dark but have also seen the light, all the voices in my mind keep telling me I’m not right. My heart tells me I’m worth more then the record of my past mistakes, my mind recalls the wreckage and my body starts to shake. The memories begin to set in and my mind resonates in lies, not seeing my spiritual truth is my biggest homicide. I can feel my spirit dying as the world transcends to black, I reflect and contemplate how I will claw back. The mountain I’m climbing shows me a narrow road, I follow the path because anything could be better then this vigorous cold. This path leads me to a spirit that will rescue me from the lies in my mind, because unless I’m living in the light my spirit won’t be aligned.