Wrong World ~ MORALITY PARK

Walking though winded
In a world unwanted while
Stripped of undeniable desires.
Not here. Not now. Just not.
Zombie styled steps
Disguised as Dalkhai
Are ever these actions.
Circuitous reflexes and
Self-serving gestures
So grand that they hand
A midwinter blanket
To wrap this piteous pride.
Until, briefly born again,
Bountiful breath returns.
Sweet. No longer stale.
Please. Just a little longer.
For passion will pale
After the sun breaks and
Bathes the broken night.
To want for tomorrow
While walking though winded
…once more.

© Brandewulf 2018


via Wrong World ~ Brandewulf — MORALITY PARK

26 comments

  1. What really caught me here are the staccato sentences:
    Not here. Not now. Just not.
    (…)
    Sweet. No longer stale.
    Please. Just a little longer.

    Like short breaths taken in fear or agony.

    Excellent piece.

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  2. I absolutely love this poem!! I feel it in my lungs, a sublime weariness pervading, yet I can’t stop. “In a world unwanted” those words echo especially strong, stark and haunting.
    I’ve been wanting to add you to my Links & Friends page for a long time and I have done so now!

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