A solution is
staring at the wall
so tight that the chest does hurt
shadows of the evening fall
as the darkness creeps into the room
holding back tears
silence with no tone
the time of dream
Posted on 11/01/2009Copyright © 2022 Keith D Allison
Always, always, fate seems to sit on these dark battlements and frown, and as the portal opens to receive us, a voice in hollow murmurs through the courts tells of a nameless deed, maybe many. Thanks.
Congrats on your potd!