Conversations With The Mad Queen

Conversations with the mad queen

Between  the threads of ink from my pen
And the thoughts of thunder from within,
I begin to ponder on the past
On the loves that lingered and burnt
Out into ashes.

The armies of fear that surrender to none
And the one heartbreak where it all begun.
I stare at the fire with aching flames of dread
And the wood filled with hunger to revive the dead.

Catastrophic emotions without sound
with a gush of wind blowing hell bound,
It is then that my absent minded heart begins to long
For a life where my obedient demons can play
Hand in hand with the weakness and become strong
With each breath begging beneath the begotten forgotten
And the elms of hope reaching towards a bliss of sun.

I Kriel




Poetry by Ilze
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Written on 2017-11-11 at 04:53

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo - Ilze.
Ken
2017-11-13



There's something very strong and fresh about the image of "obedient demons"!
2017-11-11


Willem
Beautiful!
2017-11-11