It is here
In this courtyard
Surround by whispers
Past and present
Swirling emotion
Fact becomes fiction.
Born of stone
Erected statues
Gargoyles of sin
Saints swallowing pride
Eager ignorance
Cracking under pressure.
Unfeeling, unmoving
Wind lapping at the cold
Internal shine muffled
Frozen faces
Broken methods.
Mounds of silver.
Liquid glass
Reflecting mirror
Eternal clock
Ticking down
End of time
Cracking under friction.
The witness
And the pain
Shards of past
Cursing the present
Eager for movement
The chains take hold.
"Grey skies just make us appreciate the sun that much more; it is the same with pain and suffering, they allow us to appreciate the love and the happiness." - Authors note 11
Oh my! That really was visceral. Your work always reminds me of gothic horror movies with romantic undertones. Brilliant!
ReplyDeleteYour words are to kind Sharon. Thank you. I'm not sure if that is where my mind goes when I write them, all of my work which I post just comes from instinct and inspiration. Thank you again. =]
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