Thursday, June 23, 2011

Of Bygones…

In a land of alien
Where the tongue is sharp
And the mind blunt
The cry of the heart is
Deep scarlet
Muffled and snubbed
Crushed by the wheels
Of life gone by
Cries the embers
Of a leftover lifetime
Tears that dry at the corners
Refuse to fall
Or fuse
Amidst the life that gallops
And guffaws
At fools that trust
That stay back
That dry and wilt
And die and be buried

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I get the sense of a fairy tale and an abducted central character here. Someone who cannot speak. Another jewel that I, the adventurer, cannot reach.

~ M

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