RMC

Deep dwells legions,
in black cold fits
I rise to surprise
with black eyes I rip.

It’s just my past
that causes concern.
I live past it and try
those things unlearn.

Yet the leviathon
of a haunted soul mine
will rise to devour
things pure and divine.

I am not soulless
neither am I a blind.
I see myself happy then
suddenly me I can’t find.

Legions of hurt
landed deep in my heart.
From them I persevere
but from them I’ll never part.