The darker the bones

Poem #50

Written for Jo Bell’s 52: Write a poem a week and the theme is … Violence

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The silent heart

of his silent soul

is

temporarily snagged by a thought or two

rising; bile rising

from the deep inner sanctum

of his core

nay deeper also than this

for the deeper one goes, the darker the bones

and inside his universe of empty

eruptions form in ragged shards of bliss

felt in his fingertips

burnt in his ears

with heart-pumps full of angst

such bliss; bile, sore expectant bile, rising

rising fist-clenches of sighing chaos

aching to breach

and so vomit

the shrapnel of his turmoil

He runs silent

through his darkness

blind to the love of his self

blind to the love of it all

to the love of you

The deeper one goes, the darker the bones

and within his soul

there lives dinosaurs of violence

just waiting

just waiting to be found

bliss; rising, rising bile of cowardice and confusion

if only he knew …