
A Pledge


My heart is heavy
in mourning
suffocating
begging for air
He let satan deceive him
played God to murder
with his bare hands
His own will
took an innocent man’s life
in the name of justice
My soul is saturated
with despair
Father!
Have mercy on us!
Forgive us
as we sinned against
You!
The morning sunlight, moves gently on our bed
Sounds of distant traffic, float into my head
Eyes slowly open and words won’t be enough
But what is left unspoken burns softly in your touchSo hold me in your arms
Hold me in your arms
So my love, hold me in your armsTime moves without us, this room will be untouched
We’re safe beneath the truth now
Both safe within this loveSo hold me in your arms
Hold me in your arms
So my love, hold me in your armsAnd oh the heart in me
Feels more than you can see
I can’t get close enough
Every single day, is ours to feel this way
I can’t get close enough, never close enough …So hold me in your arms
Hold me in your arms
So my love, hold me in your arms

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The man in a suit, you are, so composed and strong
She trusts her life with you
The beast on the other hand, you too, untamed and utterly wild
She scratches and tastes coppery delight
This poem is inspired by The Fragrance Writer Jay Bleu’s original post Reflection Man
The Living Poetry prompt – Name
Sweet citrus floats on woody pine
Ageless wisdom abundant and fine
Golden dreams rest in your smile
Elegant green rope dresses up your crown
Passing midnight anything goes
The wolf says
He is a cheeky bugger really
Amusing most of the time
And sometimes he makes you blush
Wish you can just flip your apron to cover your eyes
But that will be indecent to show your buck naked body
Grandma was right
Girls should never cook wearing nothing
I thought it was just the oil splatters
Now I know it is more than that
The wolf passes midnight is the real worry here

Your blue hands lace around my ankles like the velvet poison ivy climb towards my throat
Your face is more anemic than the winter moon
Your fangs are slivered branches protruding to beg for my life stream
Your inky orbs absorb my soul into one to rule the dark world

Why did you deny my talents
I once believed I was a nobody
trapped in my own sanity
Why did you lie about my characters
I was despised by my inner circle
to be an unforgiven failure
Why did you steal my peace
I was terrorised by your pure presence
and poisoned by your every word
Why did you betray your flesh and blood
I was entrusted to your care and protection
in a world that was already cold
Why did you twist a knife in my core belief
I looked into the mirror and saw a shattered self
distorted by your snare
“Hurting people hurt people”

Painting by Virginia Bucknell, you may see more of Virginia’s paintings via: Art Lovers Australia Weebly Instagram