Poetry Column (Querida)

Poetry Column

By Querida


"mercy upon who seek"

proccupations do so weaken me:
shimmers of happiness numbed beyond all will:
horror spins fear in his cyclic trance.
fantasy ceases its transcendent journey:
leaving screams to rake through the deadened flesh of the night.
epiphany releases its elemental flame...its affection for the minute:
furthering a myriad of dreading murmurs every quickening ever nearing to stay still longer.
let wonder and vision of uncomprehendable nature swoon away from its beholder:
leaving wan confusion to reign frenzied as his orders uncomprehensible wither minds.
not a slip of hope to breathingly endure its pulsing crippled grip...
you will deem it mercy to let not all this intervene whilst thought employs my soul...

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"Don't Push Me Cause I'm Close To The Edge
I'm Trying Not to Lose My Head" - Grand Master Flash

"In defense"

mind if i go off?
no sense no meaning no reason...
to fester against mastered strings?
any burden that i take upon myself/
damned if i don't but destined to do/
sensibility stuck in a depthless hole.
luck
work against me, leave me (but lie...and stay ever near)
luck
do not follow where i tread...
i know not where i will lead ...
your reputation to ruin.
none to save me,
never to defend me but myself,
each refuses just as much as the others.
humble initiative...planned prudence...
just dust.
touched air and unexisted.
luck
still you do not flee?
letting me lead you closer,
towards all that is lost,
within me.