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[abithawisteria-writings]

Do you see her where she lays?

Truly, she is more deserving

Than us all

Of mercy and life and light

Is it not us

Who instead should die?

Do you see her where she lays

Or is your life of more meaning?

You go about your days blissfully

Unaware

And I am filled with quiet burning anger

She didn't deserve this

We owed her better

And we have failed

My guilt is buried now

My rage burning me from

The inside out

She was the purest

Sweetest thing

Abandoned

And should she live

She should not be treated

As inconvenient

But a cherished treasure

Acknowledge then,

That if she's lost

We were unworthy of her

In the beginning

And He has taken her

To better things

We'll rot and pine

In our grief

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[abithawisteria-writings]

Odd, isn't it?

That you believe me fit

For the words of poets.

No ballads nor sonnets

Written in my name.

I am small, invisible

And that is okay.

But if ever there was one

Worthy of written immortal words

It was her.

Her power and strength and beauty

Seemed to be diminished

Hidden away

By disabilities that could not hold

Her beautiful soul

I saw in her

A strong woman

A mother

An angel

A wise woman.

He knew it, too.

And called her for His own.

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[abithawisteria-writings]

The Horror

of Hanging Tree Road

She simply thought

She'd fall asleep

Having suffered more than she ought

A sleeping drought

Of poisoned berries and sweet absinthe

Contained the peace she sought

One winter's night

No snow yet fell

And Abitha

Not fearing Death's keen knell

Soon woke to a fate much worse than dying

Yet not much worse than hell

She struggled for breath

As the dirt poured in

For her there was no escape

No light nor air

Fresh and sweet

And coming to regret

The mess she'd made

Her soul at last

Betraying her frantic mind

Began it's furious retreat

Up from the darkness

Now poor Abitha's tomb

As in birth

A much darker, colder artificial womb

Hence now her spirit

Wails and writhes

Not far from where

She was buried alive

She beckons the souls

Of living lustful men

And seals their doom

Near the grave

A stone's throw from

Old Hanging Tree Road

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[abithawisteria-writings]

I would rather it were me

Lowered six feet to the grave

Than you

Pure and sweet

Yet innocent of any wrongs

Life it seems

Is not as sweet as you

Nor as kind

And were you bore heavenward

Certain I am

You would be carried

In His hands

And given your own wings

Without you here

In my heart I have already descended

To depths worse than hell

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[abithawisteria-writings]

To Be a Ghost

I imagine to be a ghost

Is warm and peaceful

The haunted halls

That others fear

Wrapped around me

Like a soft warm blanket

Waiting for a new babe

After it's birth

I drift silently among

Corridors

Hands that can no longer touch

Or feel

Reaching transparent to graze

Crumbling door frames

I imagine to be a ghost

Is to linger somewhere familiar

Where happier memories were made

And then when I am content

To simply drift away

And explore some forgotten valley

Radiating with warmth and sunlight

Covered with blooming radiant flowers

I would not feel too alone

I imagine to be a ghost

Would be quite beautiful

And that I'll be able once more

To embrace you

When you call for me

And maybe

We'll be at peace

Together

Finally at rest in that valley of the sun

You'd smile at me

And I'd know that finally

It was all okay - everything

As it should be

I, a ghost

And you, an Angel

With glorious silver-white wings

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[abithawisteria-writings]

For Mother

We had some good times, mother;

You were always so filled

With life and light.

Had we more time

As I hope we might

I would fill those hours

With days spent with you.

There's nothing

I wouldn't do

For you to know

You're not alone.

What else could I say, mother?

For you to know how dear you are

To me?

Would you want to hear

I'd give my last breath

If it meant you were happy and free?

I know you wouldn't ask.

We had some good times, mother.

I hope there are more to last.

But please, at least know

I love you.

And wherever or how far you go,

That will never pass.

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[abithawisteria-writings]

Lost Bird

Lost bird

Broken wing

Has anyone ever

Given you a kind word

Or told you

You were beautiful

In spite of your brokenness?

Take those wings

Damaged as they seem

And learn to fly

Darling I promise

You, and they

Are still good enough

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[abithawisteria-writings]

Simple joys

Leave an ash mouth taste

Rotten perfume once sweet

The memories of a lost childhood

And memory and time so wasted

Again I am a child

Abandoned and confused

Laughter exchanged for tears

Then rage

And surely I am mad with grief

My mind crumbles along with your life

Your pain and strife may cease

But I will linger as a ghost

Numb and blank eyed

Un-moving

See

I have died with you

Yet carry on

As you would have me do

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[abithawisteria-writings]

Her appearance is of darkness

A creature feared for it's apparent

Nature

But her arms are a mother's arms

Her heart feels sometimes too much

Her eyes bear sorrow of a lifetime's

Worth of heartache

Would you see who she really is

Past what your human eyes can see

She has much to offer

Hope and joy

A story to tell

To lift listening spirits

And love unbroken

Despite her scars

See past the shadows

She has so much yet to give

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[abithawisteria-writings]

I wish I was as precious to you

As the ash and dust

Of the dead.

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[abithawisteria-writings]

Thick line

Dark smudge

How much time

Do we have left

Mislead misguided misused

By myself

And all my thoughts turn to you

Grasping at an attempt

To feel some kind of normalcy

By embracing what is not

And every thing

I was ever taught

Is of no use to me now

When I am lost

Because of my own faults

And God, how I miss her

Covering, emphasizing,

Painting myself in white and black

The guilt lingers in my head

Knowing it won't bring her back

Joy and self-expression

Means nothing when you're alone

Knowing

She was guided home

Is a strange sorrowful comfort

A river deep

And impossible to cross

She stands on the shore

Among sainted souls

The ones we loved and lost

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[abithawisteria-writings]

Does it mess with the aesthetic to be that in-between person where you're dark and twisted but also kinda silly? I think not.

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[abithawisteria-writings]

The only Light

I possess in my soul

Is that of You

I reflect You

In the midst of my flaws

My darkness

My lost empty heart

Becomes filled with Your sweet Glory

And love

Can I reveal You

Your Mercy

By showing You could love

Someone like me?

Would they even see it?

Without you I am in darkness

On the inside

And I bear it in sadness and in joy

With those You long to save

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[abithawisteria-writings]

The darkness is the only thing

That heals

And I swear You

Are the only Light I need

Sweet Sacred Light

Soft Masculinity

The only One who will never hurt me.

You bleed as I bleed

You ache and long when I do.

Yet loving him is as loving the dead

And leaves me cold and alone.

Take me on Death's soft pluméd wings

To be with You

For Eternity.

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