Anodyne Poem by Lucentia Skygrave

Scattered insomnias collide replete
With my peace that brings unrest
I see these lines reflect in my forehead
Deciphering new faces in the concrete
Until my skin turns to paper-pale
No soul of a bird shall warm my nest
I choose the loneliest way.

I built a soothing house of leaves
Far from your eyes of almond death
My thoughts inhabit centuries they please
Twisting alluvia that harsh winds cannot seize
Reliving eloquent sorrows of an oak
You keep on knocking, but no door is left
To join my repast on wormwood and smoke.

Sour, liquid speech has dried from my mouth
Like an innocent cherry dipped in alcohol
Shattered mirrors hide the beauty that died out
A new machinery void of passion has ground
The grains of inflamed veins buried in the past
Your aesthetic sadism made my wisdom fall
A loveable suicide replenished at last.

With a stranger’s touch on your delicate hand
You will see my truth in the eyes of a liar
But do not share the knowledge lethal to comprehend
Do not claim heights once failed to reascend
Renounce spring, but call it what you owe
Scurrying through ravines of spasmodic desire
I feel you wherever poppies grow.

I do not crave hearing nor sight
My proud battleship belongs with ancient wrecks
I shall make no wonder on a glory night
No entrance in heart for darkness or light
No time for gliding tears on a careless day
With words long dead in dusty signet wax
I choose the loneliest way.