Penumbra-Olde Punk

Penumbra

Dedicated to survivors of domestic violence and sexual abuse.  My prayers and sorrow are with you.  You are warriors, all.

set the scene

blue ambiance

with pale ambivalence

a certain moral turpitude

conducted with panache

aghast, but abide

take it all, in stride

HIDE

I am penumbral

eclipsed

deposed by disposition

ruefully relegated

to tidal gray

or grey

dependent upon your gravitational

mood this day

baleful and ruinous

this love professed

As I suffer harmful hands

bladed words piercing

ears heart soul

reaping ravages depraved

seeping chi slowly bleeds

into my pride

the thorn in my side

is the fang of a snake

mandala of calamity

engraved over the name

my mother gave me

God knows this

is not my fault

but caught I was

unaware, impaired

and weak with trust

cursed by my absence of worry

and seven times seven damned

naiveté

thinking the shield of faith

could save me

I am not to blame

but in breath same

ugly, unjust

fucking

guilt

weeps from my

hollowed chest

and of the rest

I will speak no more

Penumbral I live

the shadows of a shadow

within the dark

there does lay in tinder

a burning ember, in crippled heart

I tenderly nurse

this spark

will one day speak

of my rage

and upon my own stage

this wraith of a shadow

shall become a Star

image courtesy of Maria Tamrazova and Pinterest

 

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