Aching pain drills its way deep to the center of her
solar plexus,
burning and twisting like a dull dagger,
thrust and lingering--
no helping hand to
release
agony;
Grasping, gurgling,
choking asphyxiation--
so much pain,
so much pain
pulsating with every broken
heartbeat,
pleading for departure;
Sinking in deep mire,
the floods overflow,
unable to drink from the fountain of
life.
Isis waits in futility for her to come, sit,
be lavished upon the throne,
instead,
eternity incinerates to ashes
when Fear impregnates,
casting torment,
invoking deaf angels
to carry her to Heaven or
Hell,
writhing, shrinking in abandonment--
Theseus found no joy in Ariadne,
and Dionysus has chosen
another.
Gabrielle Cianfrani
September 14, 2011
10:55 P.M.
This is worth reading a couple of times for reflection and appreciation. Nice job, Gaby.
ReplyDeleteLove, Reno
Thank you, Reno. If anyone exists who appreciates and understands my words, it's you :-)
ReplyDeletePresent heartbreak? Or past? Well expressed.
ReplyDeleteI like your Greek myth refs. Are you Greek?
Is it Greek to you, Nick? Egyptian and biblical too, I went all out here :-)
ReplyDeletePresent heartbreak, I'm afraid- it's a bit dramatic, but certainly representative of my own zeitgeist.
Passing and fleeting in the grandest scheme of things.