Sleeping With Denial
Stranded Without Gods, POEMS 12
Denial sleeps next to my swollen temple
We share a pillow
I'm never really alone
She's there to remind me of that
Her curves lie against the ones in my mind
I caress her when it's too much to bear in thought
Sometimes feeling her spikes tie knots in my stomach drives it home
I'm entangled in her, Denial
I've undressed her, and let her shackle me
So I continue denying
I continue existing in knots
I continue being shackled by a loud silence, obsessed with her complexion as her sharp edges cut into my serenity...
I'm growing tired of caressing the comforts manifested from figments
Denial is not a person, but she taints your judgment like one
Denial doesn't need permission to share in your deepest regressions
You've set the table, you've bought her dress, you auctioned your peace
She's merely the highest bidder
Denial is not a person, but she'll take from you like one
Your peace is accessory, your heart a platform, your mind sustenance
Denial, denial, denial...a succubus in kind...
One you allowed to feast on fantasy, stripping stanza from poetry, ink from pen, structure from narrative...
And in the end...acceptance was right outside your door...drenched in phases like rain...
About the Creator
Patrick Santiago
Just a person saved by words on a page hoping he can do the same for someone else...
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