Poem: Felong of The Soul

Felony of the Soul 

desecrated, left-in the masses of the shadows you breathed
falling through the crevices you pulled open with your savaged hands
watching your smile melt like unfortunate currencies, killing all that survives in you too
glancing at physical karma bring down the frame of a picture that thought it owned its beauty
a picture that never once acknowledged its maker- gleaming before their eyes, radiating artistic lies
of a past that it had never lived through
of a heart it struggled to sustain heart, of a heart it hardened through some spite and loneliness-
leaning toward being coined a psychological monstrosity
falling and getting looked at all at once, and watching the ground shy away from the dirt of his fall
feeling in its dwindling heartbeats what rejection feels like for the very time
thinking then only in his despair of the day he committed that "silly little romantic crime."
but you insisted on arriving afterwards, painting the world sepia and black, eloping from time.

©RaeezJacobs. Poetry. 2013