The Convalescence Agonies

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You heard the gears winding down<br/> Observed the sands running out<br/> Knew that your chance <br/> Would but once come round<br/> You gathered your power<br/> Your voice rang loud<br/> <br/> And you were drained dry<br/> An empty vessel<br/> Spent beneath the sky<br/> <br/> And you knew you would die<br/> That the work would burn you alive<br/> No hesitation, no batted eye<br/> You said: “To give is all there is in this life”<br/> <br/> So you were drained dry<br/> An empty vessel<br/> Spent beneath the sky<br/> No one remembers, nobody cried<br/> O empty vessel<br/> No thanks were required;<br/> You awaited no reply

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Dread threads of razor wire<br/> Weave through the fabric of days<br/> And the twilight lamplight’s caustic quiet<br/> Scours your mind like a lathe<br/> <br/> In this district, this weighted precinct<br/> Your debts know where your head lays<br/> The streets teem with your weaknesses<br/> In alleys lurk your worst mistakes<br/> You dwell inside your pain<br/> <br/> Flee, prisoner, flee<br/> From those cursed moments’ internment<br/> Shed your yoke; quit your burden<br/> Run free, run free<br/> <br/> Seek the speaking winds<br/> Where knived peaks benight the trees<br/> By their blast be washed clean<br/> Hear your howling past fall silent<br/> <br/> The world is wider than you know<br/> Tarry not in the city of sorrow<br/> Find where the sprawl runs thin

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

A fallow shell<br/> A wretched geist<br/> You summoned this anamnesis<br/> Remains of your disgrace<br/> <br/> Still haunting your doorway<br/> That sniveling mockery<br/> Recounts your memories<br/> Slips inside your guard<br/> <br/> You sigh and let it bind you<br/> In its vacant embrace<br/> Entwined, you cannot pass through<br/> The past; you cannot leave this place<br/> <br/> It knows you well<br/> Your will enforced<br/> A poet’s penitence<br/> The lustration you crave<br/> <br/> In whispers fell<br/> Its ravaged voice<br/> Recounts with reverence<br/> The cold grace of the grave<br/> <br/> O, how long will you sustain its shame?<br/> What weakness locks your grip upon this shade?<br/> Remembrance is no virtue<br/> When it preserves so much pain<br/> <br/> So long as you enshrine<br/> It, this sorrow cannot die<br/> Your patience is no mercy<br/> It is pleading for the scythe

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Newborn light knifes inside the blinds<br/> Silent, pitiless from the east<br/> To pierce the dregs of my dream<br/> And drain me from the womb of sleep<br/> So I rise and set forth to heal<br/> <br/> My ritual pains come ‘round again<br/> No benediction, no reprieve to obtain<br/> Tolling the dawn with a tithe, a refrain<br/> <br/> Another recovery to embody faithfully<br/> I am become a landscape of scars<br/> A patchwork province of fibrous memories<br/> Hardening beneath the hostile stars<br/> <br/> Whose weight just waits for me to fade<br/> For days to lay their fated waste<br/> For strengths reclaimed to slip away<br/> For flesh to wither in its haste<br/> Even decayed, still I aim to heal<br/> <br/> The mending is agony<br/> I flee to my punctured dream<br/> Of mindless stillness, of infinite sleep<br/> Where no woes rend me<br/> And all labors cease<br/> <br/> In yearning, suffer every downturn patiently<br/> I am become a friend to defeat<br/> Emeritus wounds, still aching, wait for me<br/> My spurned work, still incomplete<br/> <br/> Such is the body’s offering<br/> Its seasons turn, relentless and swift<br/> Its pain which teaches nothing<br/> No lesson to learn; no wisdom, no gift<br/> But the passion of transfiguration<br/> With each convalescence<br/> I am reborn, I cease to exist

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026