Amazon woman

Wondrous woman

Red blue and gold

Stories printed in volumes

Waiting to be told

I watched on

Amazed by your resilience

You fought and fought

Even when you were caught

Paving a path forward

For every little girls dreams

Not to be a part of a nightmare

You distinguished their screams

Fighting against the enemy

Defending the weak

Wondrous woman

You left me speechless

Unable to speak

Wanting to defend those

Who have no voice

Give others options

Who often have no choice

Sexy voluptuous

Red winged print

Canvass of red on

Stained lips

Freedom amazon lady

Trailing along hungry

Forbidden men

You cannot be tamed  

Unrest

The heat destroys your existence

It betrays your living cells

Suffocating them

Isolating them

Breathless emptiness

Scattered around

You're desire to live on

Is now mirrored

In a fight

You reach out

Nothing

You yearn

Nothing

You are willing

To sacrifice

Nothing

Vultures of the unknown

Tie a loop around

You're throat

Dividing every inch

Of you're fight

Inside

Where are you're angels now

Are they near by

Are they allowing

Such cruelty to take place

In a forest of deserted

Destruction

Cold

Legs laid out

Like lumps of meat

Body in a distilled state

No room no manoeuvring 

As the cold

Slab invites

The host

Centred for attention

The white coated figure

Walks around

For closer inspection

Nothing no complexion

Walking around and around

Echoing metal

Scraped the sides

Uncovering footsteps

Of unresolved mystery  

Phased Praise

Comforting fortunes

Wrapped in arms of paper

Nonsense of bewildered words

Fallen down like lifeless birds

Sounds of silence

Bring his call

Do not destroy him

Do not be his wrecking ball

Allow the vines

That chokes his silent voice

Display his ruptured spine

Praise him he is divine

Paradise of imagery

Nothing only darkness falls

Laying on the tinted blades of grass

Memories blast from the past

Allow the vines

Laying on the tinted blades of grass

Displaying his ruptured spine

To succumb drifting skin

As he lays on territorial ground

His pulse race

His heart it pounds

Silent gentle whispers

Praise him he is divine

Lifting his darkness up

As his pulse race

All he has is time