Trothless
Sean Michael, July 2015
The attrition is steady,
like water running over rocks,
the ebb and flow of a bloody sea,
as I contemplate suicide.
For what good is it:
Inhaling oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide,
breathing my failures.
This place has rotted my core;
there’s not an ounce of good left in me,
not a drop.
For each day I learn to despise myself over again,
as the darkness plays tricks on my eyes,
and the truth nascents lies.
How could this be?
Once so innocent now ragged and torn,
I’m in tatters.
But there will be no mending I’m afraid,
for many a stitch in this endeavor’s been laid,
the filaments now frayed.
No silver lining in this stained cloth,
Just a soul naked without troth.
Posted for dVerse Poets, Open Link Night #157, October 2, 2015
Mad Poet Enchained 
Reblogged this on Brighter Poetics and commented:
Beauty engulfs the darkness
Moonlight from the sun shines at midnight
Death begets life through your words…
Keep writing, Sean.
A profound piece from Mad Poet Enchained…
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This is purely stunning.
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The greaTest
prison my
friend
is prison
of mind and
body out of balance..
in only pain.. always NOW..
where Jail is respite
for at least
what
could be..
something..
anything..
i have no idea
how you feel..
but do know
what IS to
NONfeel
ZerO
poINt
of human
HeLL.. all I can
say friend.. is when
all feeling is gone..
worse than the worse
pain known to mankind
yes.. worse than crucifixion
that i for one survive named
atypical trigeminal neuralgia
from wake to sleep from wake
to sleep.. for 66 months..
mine are words
this.. yoUrs.. then..
now.. you speak..
now..
there is
zero
hope..
just
pain.. then..
but miracles
do happen..
yes they
do..
to the
darkest
of humans
as the
DeviL
incarnate
i for one am
then..
an angel
can be a devil
and then angel
again.. and i will
gladly experience this
again and again.. in hopes
of preventing just one person
of
going
there
again..
but that’s
what happens
when a person
gains the empathy
of
INfiniTy..
NOW..
The WiLL to
Live is the
greaTest
SURVIVAL
gift of ALL..
the serpent
AKA
REPTILIAN
BRAIN..
rules ALL
from
beginning
to end my
friend..
DeviL
or not..
IT IS
our
greaTest
friend.. the
snake my friend..:)
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You really express the feelings of abject hopelessness so well…maybe too well. These lines caught my attention among many others, “But there will be no mending I’m afraid,
for many a stitch in this endeavor’s been laid,
the filaments now frayed.”
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That’s terribly sad to conclude that there will no mending nor undoing what was done in the past ~
Thanks for sharing your poems with D’verse ~
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So much pain in those frayed filaments…
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“…breathing my failures…” I can taste that line, such a tangible piece — I’ve read it half a dozen times already and keep coming back. Bravo!
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Awesome, Bro. Good to hear from you again–it’s been a while.
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Wow, such depth – and power…
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