Apprehension Of Her Soul

One Year Dark Dreamscapes Poetry~free verse

The casting of his pall;
a quest against my soul.
For every step i take-
brings me closer to his call.
Burning bridges along the way
to gain the strength
to walk-not crawl.
For every drop of blood
I shed; brings me closer
to reject it all.
Facing the fear of
what's ahead
knowing that
I may fall
Only one more death
a year of remorse;
'n now chosen
to break the chain-
a servant to the thrall.
Imprisoned-
I can taste
the bitter bait of gall.
Layers of myself
rupture from my past
like torn tissue-
my soul is mauled.

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