And so our devils speak.
They do not know how...
to cross the lanes we tread.
Sickness buried in misery,
a weary path to wed.
And we bait ourselves into beliefs and prayer.
Wishing that mayhap some
Light be there.
But we scour
We flail
We grasp
Opened hands reaching...
But the objects never there.
Sullen empty hands,
Memories lived asleep.
Touch falling away like sands.
Thoughts we were never,
meant to see or keep.
Bleach it from my mind.
Scrape it from my heart.
Abate the images seeded in,
All failures play a part.
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Blank Spaces
PoetryAn emotive journey through the empty places we visit but never want to see. The pain, the heartbreak, trying to see hope in places there may be none. And the secrets, and yes there are always secrets. Can you see them in this dark empty space? So it...
