Finding myself bereft
I ceased searching
Hungered in silence
Waited for naught
But a wan-faced psychopomp
To deliver me honest
Into a hell of my creation
*
You stood
In Charon’s stead
Hand extended
Belligerent, hopeful
Willing to forgive
Those sins
Which are rightfully mine
Those sins which honor
Addiction
*
I do not understand you
Dear heart
For you are everything
And I nothing
Why do you stand
With your needle and thread
Tightening seams
That yawn in submission
To an indiscreet madness?
Why do you linger
When all others have strayed?
There is no diamond
In anthracite concealed
You have seen me
So I implore you turn away
Before failure revokes
Everything
That we know of love
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This is fictional
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mindlovemisery 
“wan-faced psychopomp” … you have a wonderful way with words. This is another beautiful piece.
Awww thanks Sonya!
Love this, its so eerie…so atmospheric!! 🙂
Yay Helen I am so happy =)
Haunting prose. Wonderful. You are a master linguist.
Awww thank you I like the way that sounds lol
🙂 Loved the post.
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ah, we should not try to figure out love, but appreciate it….smiles…the whys all work themselves out….standing in the place of death as well and with love in hand…like that…
Thanks Brian so many people get into trouble when they assume what is best for someone else instead of appreciate what is given
Beautifully haunting!
Thank you Lisa =)
“I do not understand you
Dear heart
For you are everything
And I nothing
Why do you stand
With your needle and thread
Tightening seams
That yawn in submission”
Wonderful writing. Love these lines!!
Thank you so much Bianca =)
wonderful, Candice
Thank you Celestine!