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Fade Fencing Voices

Greg Prince
2 min readJun 2, 2019

Departing from despondency.

Silence taking its toll.
Cold surrounding my soul.
Serving flawed masters, pulling my strings.
Word unfeeling, trashing my role.

Father can you hear me.
Mother not near.

Emptiness promising salvation vague and unclear.
Don’t come close.
Flee, get away.
Voices torture haunting my future.
No tomorrow, no today

Let me go.

Killing sunsets on repeated failure.
Easy quitting no longer an option.
Fire raging inside.
Desperation pushing me
Clinging to old comforts.
Chipping at hurtful foundations.
Clipping the strings.
Can’t rely any longer on them to hide.

Answers piercing with sharp barbs.
Darkness whispering strangling enticing dirges.
Tired fading rest sounds sweet.
End falling near.

Vomit I wretched bile lurking in quiet doleful down.
Glowing hot steeped in molten hurt.
Eruption cresting erasing inside frowns.
Mind changing forming waves unseen before.
Passages clearing opening windows, perceptions, new light.
Frameworks pieced together, transitions, exquisite new doors.

Whirlwind of my change sweep away my dross.
Unnail me.
Soul see through my self imposed cross.
Take shame and burn it in a fire lost in hell never there.
Stomp roughly.
Juice wines aged in lofty sour expectations.
Show ugly.
Learn to love discomfort smile and go beyond failure, embrace real care.

Greg Prince

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.