“Trial of Epic Failure” By: S. Baber
The successes and The dreams, to be masked by the
melancholy, in and around the being of the contrasted orbs of myself. The
reverberating negative, from a plagued decade and childhood, forced views and
attacks on sentiments un-belonging to us.
The Mother Force of nature, willing out
the plague, which ascends it attacks, built on pretentious spiteful overbearing
seedless waning love into destruction of control and craterous emotions….
Engulfed and engaged to retort against the hidden
destruction masked in connective tissue; the battlefield is large and the fight
will be ensued by a tremor of MY Might that even that which binds us will be
scathed. The wounds already deep and irritating will eventually be touched by a
TRUE Nurturing Kiss and you will NOT be our demise! The poison which you feed
to others will eventually be that which leaves you numb and only when you are
ready can forgiveness truly be taken place… For Now I prepare to battle for the
flesh of my flesh for I will never allow the demise you have damned upon me.
You may be my Trial of Epic
Fail but you are wrong and I will be a succession beyond your imagining. My
tears fill my thirst …My Pain keeps me aware…but the love of my Flesh, The
Song of My Heart, and The Faith that you cannot kill; will be my
eternal Love Song…
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