Death You were death cold and silent a staring Medusa a heart of stone kissing my eyes (blinded) You were death roaring loudly an aegis shield a clouded mind drowning my breath (suffocated) You were death inciteful and hissing a fire to the deities a flame of humanity branding my flesh (burning) You were death invisible and crying a passage to hades a helmet of thoughts bleeding my veins (dying) You were death a journeying breeze a sleeping dawn a keeper of winds devouring my body (passing) I am dust scattered through air lamenting my soul falling into your aching arms (dreaming) Solitude I am lost to this world, where light reflects human form. I have travelled beyond reality into a mirage of shadows. Encased in fear, dark forces hold me fast, My struggles are in vain. I am lost to this world, where hearts beat in a human frame. My vitality lost, coldness instils, for blood no longer flows to vessels. A savage force tears me apart, stagnant pools of sanguine now lie. I am lost alone without a heart. I am lost to this world, where intimate touch triggers hope. Where sensations bind human hands in synaptic connection, my tears now fall as crystal droplets. Tears shredding moments of life, frozen upon porcelain skin. Haunted scenes hold me in a shrine, I strain to see past the quiet. I am lost to this world, where angels have left me in solitude and dark. Vultures I'm cut from the earth, Yet rooted in madness Straining to protect a world Caught inside graves of greed Lands forlorn weep Struggling in a world of fire Vultures of wisdom fly in darkness Where everything dies A bird dropped some eyes into A fragile human mind Planting seeds into hands to Create the trees of life The stronghold, the bark shudders A world encased in illusion Winds of change unravelling Leaves into open minds Take my eyes to a higher plain Wash toxic tears from our lands Seasons burning, a swift deliverance Shedding reasons into spiralling eyes I'm cut from the earth Bold and beautiful Fragile under a cracked sky Don't let me sleep again Screeching vulture's cry Uncaged days lament Darkness complete We to need to survive Falling ashes of our lives
Sinead is an Irish poet who explores the human condition through surrealism and dark imagery. Sinead has had many poems published in magazines and also has two solo collections self published. She has a loyal following on Instagram @sineadmcgpoetry where you can also see her love for artwork and music.
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