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Blinking Light of Hope

Unconscious, But in the Mind

By Adam RosebeckPublished 4 years ago Updated 4 years ago 3 min read
Blinking Light of Hope
Photo by Jorge Zapata on Unsplash

Burnt black Balsam twirling up to the sky with time

Shadows now marching to win in the back of her mind

Balsam as a heart simple imagery to imprint and remind

The scorched trees and charred Earth play it again and rewind

Light fades from the sky and now the fear creeps in

She watches as the roses beside her slit their stems draining life within

The shadowy figures now slow dancing to the sound of her skin crawling

Fear holds no weight now that she is accustomed to falling

The twinkle in her eye fades and now the terror creeps in

Blood now black from the heart to veins, seeps from skin

Above her she watches the Raven refuse to spread its wings

The impact fatal but the beak still moves as it goes from screams to sings

The tune comes out muffled and it carries the sound of repeated regrets

Heart turned black so the message of its song is the thing she forgets

This is who she is so would you follow her home

She doesn't know why life went this way, how could she know

She put her heart into some one's dream they turned it to stone

Seeds of doubt begin to sprout, in the mind they start to grow

A beautiful song easy on the ear without meaning

Dream the dream in sleep or while awake but now there is now dreaming

Listen to the melody of the song, that is the sound of her bleeding

Every drop, a note, find the rhythm as they fall so for her, keep reading

Put her on the radio so she can bleed for you and for me

Listen as the orchestra plays through fire, Choir swaying while singing

Force feed her mistakes like they are her medicine

That sounds more like it when played from friend to friend

She thinks "why am I living?" when I am just waiting for the end

She bleeds out replaying this song over and over again in her head

Knives like nails to a chalkboard echo in the lonely night

Her defenses have been exploited, seeds of death, now inside her head

Now her bathtub is going from clear water then turning Pink to Red

She realizes it's real, the panic sets in, this might be her last fight tonight

Unconscious but in her mind, she struggles to stay alive

Needing to flee, she sprints towards the fog draped woods

It's deafening under the canopy, the sounds of trees sharpening knives

With a lighting bug for an ally, the only living thing that thinks she could

With her blinking light of hope leading the way, they cover a lot of ground

Falling and tripping, screaming while running, so desperate to escape the sound

The hope she's been chasing is off in the distance slowly fading

Her mind tries to persevere, still trying to create a way of escaping

exhausted, hiding behind a rock, the tall grass turns to sharpened steel

The only path left to go is a one-thousand-yard thorn covered rose field

While lost in the fog, the forest of branches left its mark

Draining the blood, she so desperately needs to flow to her heart

Razor blade grass moving with the breeze slashes in the dark

In the rose field she spots the blinking lightning bug still playing its part

It's the minds last gasp, a mad dash, lighting bug with flash after flash, the roses make life and death clash

She crawls out, now on the other side, but her blood the thorns took the most

The lighting bug lands on her wrist as it struggles to blink its last hope

Her mind mixed with emotions pushed her body beyond what it could take

Now asleep, a sleep that she and with all the help in the world could never awake

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Adam Rosebeck

Raising Two children during the Pandemic, Stories will be from our times together during the lockdowns/restrictions, plus poems from the past. Can't spell and horrible at punctuation. Hope you all enjoy our stories and adventures.

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