Murmurs Poem by C. Bake Baker

Blonde Goddess, liar of a lifetime
Fate aflame with madness,
hardy ambitions peppered with doubt
your forgiveness, drunk and enraged,
is useless.

Return to normality, isn't even close.
uneasy noise calmed a storm once.
Now they echo, faint murmurs of the dead,
and ripple space, untouched by time.

Band-Aid on oblilvion, ghostly demands remain
Death for a revolution, living for a stain

Conduit of realism, phoned in and bruised
naked little nothings, slightly overused

Like a silken thrift store suit, always bittered and despaired
lost fabric of a life undone, drowned in golden hair