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A King’s Exile and Death

March 22, 2018

Sean Michael, November 2017

My faults and flaws are deep scars running the course of an
autopsy of my soul, conducted by the murderer and thief of
beauty; the squanderer—me!

I take from others and deprive myself of what is real, burrowed
within this prison within a prison—Nowhere!

Bars locked around a decaying heart; please breathe your love
into this vessel, robbed and barren, for I feel so alone, and
this loneliness I know so well, reaching for emptiness as I rise,
then fall again, hellbent on living my life as a failure—Self destruction!

I don’t know if I can make this right—why do I run when I should stay and fight?!

Now as I begin to unravel, toward the darkened tunnel I travel,
a cold and dank place without light—Alone again!

No more yellow… Just one last goodbye as I wrap my fractured
crown in burlap and lay my baldric down, bereft of sound but
the sound of tears splashing my palm, walking the road to nowhere,
a king’s exile—Somewhere awaits death!

 

Posted for dVerse Poets, Open Link Night #216, March 22, 2018

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10 Comments
  1. Your words capture the effects of a scrutinized soul, as we are all royalty within our universe.

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  2. What a dark place you describe here. Loneliness which plagues every human is the central character and it oppresses more fiercely than a dictator – creativity, beauty, joy, and love exterminated leaving only the faint breath of a forgotten soul. Deep, perhaps personal, but certainly a mode that is familiar to us all and one we hope always to be delivered from. Well written!

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  3. Oh my Sean. This is wonderful. “ust one last goodbye as I wrap my fractured crown in burlap and lay my baldric down,” This is so good. It has been a joy seeing your writing evolving and improving. This is outstanding! Hope you are well.

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  4. Dark and really, really good.

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  5. Wow. Great piece.

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  6. Such deeply heartfelt words, Sean:
    ‘My faults and flaws are deep scars running the course of an
    autopsy of my soul’,
    I hope you get some comfort from the comments on your poems, especially when you write lines like these:
    ‘Now as I begin to unravel, toward the darkened tunnel I travel,
    a cold and dank place without light—Alone again!’
    Don’t give up, Sean.

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  7. hypercryptical permalink

    Deep despairing words Sean of a soul barren of hope yet filled with loneliness.
    If these words are of you – and I sense they are – please know my thoughts are with you.
    I realise as your situation cannot be changed and your mind trapped behind another set of bars that the future must appear bleak, and I sincerely wish I could change this.
    Hugs and the kindest of regards.
    Anna :o]

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  8. Such despair in your words… the choices and the future must have have a weight of lead. I hope there will be a little light coming your way…

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  9. Could you look around and give us a poem about one human kindness you can see, no matter how small? I’d love to read that, also.

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  10. Such despair and sadness in your words ~ I can only imagine that kinf of life behind bars ~ I hope you keep on writing and writing away ~

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