Killing Myself Softly

Of all the affection I've generated

Few have readily reciprocated

Fewer still are memorialized for it

Most haunt the pages of my past

Bodiless airs, ghosts

Like shadows, they rise and fall

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

My love roams free and wild

An opiate vapor

Beneath the mystic moon

An untamable entity

Forgettable yet undying

The overflowing fountain of words

Bubbling forth infinitely from the

Slumb’ring soul, so fitfully

So fearfully first

Until, in joyful song, I burst

In honor of her loving kindness

My new mistress, the gracious Muse

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All those patrons who

Conceived and constructed me

Laughingly, through

The lattice dropped me

My soul is now a fortress of

Ancient hewn stone

Completely obscured by

Flowering vines

Dripping, drop by drop

Dewy upon the

Quiet mountain top

This bed transformed

This chamber vacillates

A paradise for the melancholy

꧁ ༺ 🕍༻ ꧂

Had someone found a way

To set my impenetrable hall ablaze

I could read the inscriptions on each

Charred brick the flames licked clean

Hand-chiseled and laid

Crafted of perfectly galvanized phrases

Gleaming electrum tones

Ghosts of inspiration nipping at my toes

Here, in my living sanctuary

꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂

Conscious slumber seems to take

Patiently dreaming

I look out the broken window

My scheming heart dangerously leaning

Open to the night air

At midnight

In the month of June

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Visions of unattainable beauty

Cloaked in a puckish veneer

Melodic laughter

Transformative smile

My Love. As it is lasting

So let my patience be deep!

Inspiration all I seek

Ne’er shall force an echo more

To escape my longing sepulchre

Remote, alone

Wanting more than everything I've had

Everywhere I've been

Is wanting approval

A gentle nod from her greed?

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

I will build yet another chamber of devotion

Draped with velvet curtains of emotion

Wingéd pannels fluttering back

In some tall vault unfold—

I am entombed by my love

Buried in these loquacious gifts

Flowing from my lips without end

Like grains of sand pouring through an hourglass

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Close the entrance

Brick me up with the verses I’ve penned

I lay on my golden couch of yearning

In anticipation of her ears turning my direction

I linger, subsisting in the solemn silentness

Meditations on our ethereal interactions

Swimming in the soundlessness of

Eternal contentment

Trumpets blast a melody only for me

The one I once hummed

When I thought she may have spoken

My name to the wind

Echoing into the clouds

Her careful consideration

K.B. Silver

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊

This poem was put together for the ViM June challenge. All bolded words come from the Poem The Sleeper Written by Edgar Allen Poe.