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A S H E Z
wake in the drab
the heartdrub deep
and finger through the ashes
coating the long hair
uncombed
next the face
the shirt
grieving
recieving
when you ever thought it was enough
the merrirment
runs off
hang about the old grounds
a ghost
singing the songs
while the bridges burn
when will anyone learn
or does it matter
will their wings carry
them aloft
their becon halos
showing them the way
the windows are dirty
havent bathed in weeks
nor eaten in days
buried in the ashes
falling in my room
where winter soon
will free the darkness
and lighten up the
silence of the fall
the snowflakes
the release
soft and tender
to null and chill
the strikes and
aches the pain
that tears deep
the heart that
hoped and weeped
walk like a wingless
angel
dark and black
the fierce eyes
searching souls
the Lost Music
blazing from the
radio on a pocket
the wrap around
shades hiding
hiding eyes
hiding sadness
hiding anger
soothing the hurt
like a thorn pulled
the bright red
drops
shinning in the
cold sun
dying alive
under the terse
wind
losing everything
to win it all
surrounded
..
Comments
Roscoe Lane
Sat, 2016-09-24 04:34
Sad but honest,
Sad but honest account of what i assume is the end of a way of life, time marching on like the home wrecker it can be. Regards Roscoe....
Roscoe Llane,
Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.
Esker
Sat, 2016-09-24 12:57
home reno...
doll house idealism
turned to a club house
dance hall
end of mystery and emporium of
delights..
change.....
compare Love
a new different love
like apocalypse...
But a beautiful one
endings are always the
greatest road of beginning...
thank U!