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Rusted Rainbows

by JJ Johnson

Another trip to nowhere
Falling Down the same old steps
Taken then taken for a fool
Sold for artificial feelings
And broken like the promises I regret
There isn’t a place I can hide
From myself or your memory
There isn’t a thought I can conjure
In my aching mess of grey
That will change the stupidity it contains
Even when I thought that I was smart
My brilliance was just a reflection
Of the light you sparkled onto me
Now the rust creeps from my bleeding wounds
Where the sting of your bite lingers
Like fire beneath the veil of sin cast over me
Alone like the groundhog predicted I would be
Repeating like the chucking away of the days
In a pile of wood dried for burning beneath my corpse
Apologies won’t bring back the life that was lost
Driving stakes into the heart of the bloodsucking fool
As the bonfire rages through the caverns of my heart
Boiling the red liquid that cooks me from the inside out
Like unholy water from the river Styx
That simmers in anticipation of my arrival
My paralysis binds my arms from reaching out to you
But then you wouldn’t save me from sinking any deeper
And I don’t deserve to be redeemed by an angel anyway
So what’s the point in begging when there’s no food on the table?
Just light the flame of my crumbling pyre and let it be done
And set my ashes free over the waterfalls I long to wash over me
In the mist of the water that sprays from underneath
A rainbow sparkles in the sunlight where I look out
To see you waiving goodbye to me

07/06/2013

Posted on 07/06/2013
Copyright © 2026 JJ Johnson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/07/13 at 10:55 PM

Love the title, and the poem does it fine, intense justice.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/08/13 at 04:04 PM

This takes me to the depths of you, a very wrenching place. I admire the vocabulary in this, the graphic visuals - it's hard to pick a favorite line. I really like the groundhog segueing into chucking away wood to be fuel for your corpse. Waterfalls and rainbows lighten the load every so slightly, slapped down by the wave goodbye. Thanks for this.

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