Port of Home

June 28, 2013
My infinite death
snaps my stellar spine,
succumbing unto that snapping whip,
oh port of home,
can't you take my bones
my bridled brain
to heaven again?

I was never good
but my heart was strong,
enough to carry on
the weight of my wounds
I had caused,

as it began to patter out
I began to ponder the shapes of scars
and where to put my embers lest I fall in battle,
the consequence here bound, in immortal ink
in its best,

My infinite jest
in the melodrama (the toll of living)
succumbing to the snap of a vicious rope,
oh port of home,
can't you take my bones
and my hanging head
to heaven again?

I was never bad
but my sins presented
mountains to climb
higher than thine,

the slow uncouth ascent
revealed more and more stars I could not reach,
and I began to ponder the revelry in,
the places I could not be, were the love of my life
and the warmth that could come with being comfortable,

and my unsold rest,
as it seems could never be,

without trying and dying too hard,

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SongBird14 said...
Jul. 6, 2013 at 11:21 pm
i loved the words you narrated with ot was really nice to have them narrate your tale. may i be what is happing to you know or insperation from another. its story was succsefully told. i loved it!
AbstractFragment This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jul. 24, 2013 at 5:31 am
Most of my poetry is autobiographical including this piece. Glad you dig it SongBird :D
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