Prison Of Art - Poem by Lamont Miller
Vindicate me from this love,
love has strangled my heart from you.
My unkempt beauty rises above your ridicule
of the image of love. I spread my wings
to soar over your iced mountain top.
choose to de-bruise the wall of pain
you left forever on your canvas of
graffiti art; my black color from
blue bleed red as inscriptions on your canvas.
I ask for light, from your everlasting dark.
Will darkness erase the pain of love? Or
illuminate what fate I took from the angel's
You extracted my innocent sight
twisting it into your endless night. When I bleed
true heart, rivers flow of gold stone from our love.
I sit here incarcerated in the chains of your pain.
Emotion has left me in abandonment, for lust has overtaken
Agony is my mother, torture my brother, I am
the infant of their sin. Let blood bathe my enemies
from clinched death, I am a powerful hurricane
of laughter for my cap'tor.
The miracle of forgiveness
drowns my veins, Ice fuels my heart, the pulse
of my light has long since burnt out.
The feeling of your heart in my hand is fire
burning my flesh.
Let go of my emotions,
release my soul, where I go you can not follow.
I am no longer your ' Prison of Art'.
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