Cold Embrace
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Suspend reality from the ceiling,
Admire it from afar, keep out of sight,
When depression calls for healing,
Then neglect it, mock it out of spite.
Like Christmas, reduce it to once a year,
In winter’s gales and Jack Frost’s jeer.
See it as a wind chime, an ornament,
Only tangible in a harking gale.
Listen to the chimes, an echoed sacrament,
Only audible with the wind’s harsh tail.
Then grasp your ears when reality bites,
When the peaceful chimes sound no more,
And piercing shrieks disturb your nights,
Squeezing moisture from every pore.
Reality’s traumas sicken the soul,
The body weakens, you lose control.
An icy frost captures the face,
The scream for all to laugh and point,
They’re boiling over in the rat race.
Arthritis illegally arrests each joint,
So you’re left a paralysed caricature,
An ice sculpture of torture and pain,
Exuding sins in an image demure.
A prisoner in the jail of the real,
Ears wide open to news surreal,
Of murders, rapes, massacres and death,
Of the latest celebrity robbed of their breath.
Explosions abound, faith’s latest sign,
And cancer makes the bosses resign.
Unlimited terror with an easy click,
No more horrific than the latest flick.
The siren call of reality’s chimes,
Leaves you frozen in windy rhymes.
Accepting reality leaves you numb,
Struck blind, deaf, and chillingly dumb.
© menshallknownothingofthis.co.uk 21/21/2010
Admire it from afar, keep out of sight,
When depression calls for healing,
Then neglect it, mock it out of spite.
Like Christmas, reduce it to once a year,
In winter’s gales and Jack Frost’s jeer.
See it as a wind chime, an ornament,
Only tangible in a harking gale.
Listen to the chimes, an echoed sacrament,
Only audible with the wind’s harsh tail.
Then grasp your ears when reality bites,
When the peaceful chimes sound no more,
And piercing shrieks disturb your nights,
Squeezing moisture from every pore.
Reality’s traumas sicken the soul,
The body weakens, you lose control.
An icy frost captures the face,
The scream for all to laugh and point,
They’re boiling over in the rat race.
Arthritis illegally arrests each joint,
So you’re left a paralysed caricature,
An ice sculpture of torture and pain,
Exuding sins in an image demure.
A prisoner in the jail of the real,
Ears wide open to news surreal,
Of murders, rapes, massacres and death,
Of the latest celebrity robbed of their breath.
Explosions abound, faith’s latest sign,
And cancer makes the bosses resign.
Unlimited terror with an easy click,
No more horrific than the latest flick.
The siren call of reality’s chimes,
Leaves you frozen in windy rhymes.
Accepting reality leaves you numb,
Struck blind, deaf, and chillingly dumb.
© menshallknownothingofthis.co.uk 21/21/2010
