Writing on the Wall: II

by Tony   Aug 21, 2018

Can you feel it, can you see?
The lyrics on the wall, they speak
They whisper words, silently scream
Of all the rage and woe in me

They're phantoms of what you will find
These memories long lost to time
Etched deeply on the walls in here
Transcribed by hands that quake with fear

The ink drips down to coalesce
With thoughts that pool with liquid stress
Ferment and mold then turn to spores
Leaving my home with weeping sores

Bloodstained foggy shattered mirror
Cannot present a reflection clearer
Of the only thing I've ever known...
The locked doors of this broken home

Compartmentalized, consigned
The locked doors of a broken mind


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  • 8 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Superb imagery and emotion. Loved the metaphors an excellent piece. Milly x

  • 8 months ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    All the best.