LOVE EMBER'S

LOVE'S EMBERS

Push and shove, a tempest’s brutal dance,

Come near, then vanish—a tidal lance,

Mixed messages lash like razor-edged squalls,

A maze of thorns beneath lightning’s thralls,

No sextant cuts through this fog-drenched trance.  

I’m adrift, no anchor, on a sea of rust,

No starlight pierces this gale-blown dust,

Direction drowns in a whirlpool’s roar,

Each stride sinks deeper in mire’s black core,

A shipwrecked mind ground to crust.  

Words detonate, landmines spitting flame,

Shrapnel rips through this fractured game,

I weave through splinters, boots crunching shells,

Eggshells crack like skulls in war’s cruel knells,

A battlefield scarred by your name.  

I brace, heart pounding, for the anvil’s crash,

The other shoe drops—a thunderclap’s lash,

Tension coils, a serpent’s hissing snare,

Each gust howls doom through the salt-stung air,

A guillotine poised in the storm’s mad dash.  

Loyalty welds me, chains of molten past,

Love’s embers flare in this wind-whipped blast,

Memories shimmer through ash-thick gloom,

Yet now I’m caged in frustration’s tomb,

A prisoner lashed to your mast.  

The present claws me, a beast with no reins,

Immobile, I choke on these rusted chains,

Your fortress looms, a cliff of jagged stone,

Each slammed door quakes my marrow and bone,

A seismic rift through my veins.  

I loathe your ramparts, your iron-clad lies,

Defenses gouge me, a vulture’s cries,

Doors blast shut, cannons of disdain,

Their echoes splinter my skull’s frail pane,

A barrage of scorn from your skies.  

If this isn’t war, don’t wage it so,

Don’t flay my spirit with each blow,

Your chaos carves me, a butcher’s art,

A slaughterhouse where I fall apart,

A crimson tide I can’t outrow.  

I’m done, gutted, scouring ash and brine,

Hunting my heart in your wreckage’s shrine,

Pride lies mangled, a carcass you flayed,

Tossed to the crows in your cruel parade,