Depression sits on the chest, As sinking swamp sucks in the wreckless, Justice served on interloping thoughts, Saddening, deepening, trembling free reality, Paradox in between knotted rows, Knitted into being by Destiny, Twisting us down undefined paths, Twisting our future and darkening our past, Depression sits on the chest.
Tag: DARK
BE STILL…
Light bursts through the dark, Spreading as melting ice on a windshield Washing out the blackness, Filling the void with living light, Slowly drifting across the opening scene A snow flake flowing in a swift cold breeze Lazily landing in a bed of glowing white Fresh smelling air Filling the lungs with cold and flair…
JOURNEY
Going this journey alone is becoming a swamp of no return Lost in the brush or stuck in the mud I become Each days journey never ending even when the sun winds down Endless hours toiled with no harvest from the soil Empty promises shrill in empty ears and hallow halls Eyes sunken and shallow,…
DARK LADY
Darkness falls over the illusion of the woman in the black dress, Her hair short cropped, face dirty, no breath. She steps into the confessional with nothing to confess. I watch her black dress trail along the ground. Her fingers brushing through the flowers with the touch of death. Losing sight of her I look…
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