Poem – “Made a Monster” – Modern Romanticism – 3/3/2022

Here, I hang
with ribbons to decorate
a gained honor, in dying
for a heart I pierced
with black arrows.

I ripped, I tore
into the gift, presented there.
I loved until the aching contents
from a furnaced soul
came rushing back.

Here, being hanged
from the same ribbons
used, for this place in crying
for a love left on the boat
swept forward in the sighing.

I slipped, I implored
Hell, to keep governing.
These eyes were the showers,
above, in the murky Heaven.
This soul held its bouquet, –

while silence kept receiving
the prayers that kept leaving.

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