MAUDLIN MAWS▪︎Poetry (3)

19. This desire is rubbing too much on my want to do anything else

I want releace
I want peace to collect my ethics and redeem my merit
On the threshold;
Beyond what the night speaks,
Outwith the hem of the trees and the sound hummingbirds
No print is found on this too-pure of a body
Foolproof and full of rage
I sing
Lungs martyred by the poems I couldn't divulge
The roads are sensible to what my echos resonate
I sing
Had I taken too much ?
Was I deserving of the ending ?
In the prime of courage and plum confidence
Bold my shine would lurid the eye
Blind the stars in their peerless pose
I sing
A lullaby fever cought in my throat
The idyllic burrow for a fiery egress
Madness holds my hands
A pretty susurrate whir of fast distressed demands
A blueberry smoke for the doom at stake
I sing
At anything coming my way
I'm game
I've been already tempted
I've tasted death without the guidance of fate at the hand of my life and it didn't suffice
The zephyr breath left me half-starved
Pending on a second filling
I sing
Dying to die (once more)
For a somber light where I can find some soothing quiet

December 17, 2022