Christopher Holman

Downtrodden dreams fade with a whisp of despair
Hope is to be wept for,
leave your fretful compulsions
aspirations breed tragedy
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Oh how my heart longs for just a moment

Such beauty glistens with the gossamer intent to swoon
I dance on a balanced wing of radiant glory
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In a tangled web of romance I find myself
the inevitable reminder of my ignorant faith
I have become oh so accustomed to the role of 'Martyr'
yet I cringe at thoughts of capitulation.
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It stares at me with unforgiving eyes
baring me down, haunting me with unending disgust
Can I not seek redemption?
Loathing expressed through a glance,
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A caustic presence overshadows this room
a stench so foul it chokes the dead
throttling him in the dark
he shouts in vain, beating the walls for life
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The warmth of true embrace
an utterance of a desolate word to personify the intangible.
Whisper quietly darling, such a word is shunned
expressing nothing, lie with me
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Holding the hollow tendencies we once cherished
I weep the tears of a failing dream
saluting a ship that never sailed
worshiping the deity that never created
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Each day ending with another tear
each breathe punctuated by the sobbing realization
every scene running those translucent images
going through the motions for inexplicable purpose.
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I stand on the edge of reality, basking in your desire
the longing of out-stretched palms scrape my flesh
'romance is dead' they say, however we contradict them
bare not the scars of desire, carry my heart
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