These hands that
once produced a healing touch.
Now swollen numb appendages that ache with every movement.
A constancy of pain that runs through networks to my brain.
Like spurts of electricity with wires gone awry.
Short circuits leading far beyond the fire.
If God had ever answered me, I'd be down on my knees.
The Goddess, once involved with me, has surely gone to sleep.
No higher power ever cared for me.
Not Self or Soul or Deity.
Why would they now...?
When imperfection turned to form in me.
And all my energy is used to keep the demons busy in my dreams.
Fallen from great heights of mind and heart.
Pushed and shoved each time I found a path back up again.
Battered by the greed and jealousy of popularity.
Not yours. Oh no, the others.
The wealthy that complain so loud and long.
No longer bothering to string the likes of you along.
Once you were strong. Not anymore.
The raven screams of nevermore -
too loud, too proud, too true -
inside of you...
? Michaelette ?
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