Open it all
Set loose to the chain-less mouth
Of maintenance and
Word wasps wearing
Colored stones and regality
That its presence pervade
The decay of the wake
Open it all
Set loose to the winter coldness in
Bones that used to know sunshine
And breathe the land back to
Its grave may it know
And remember where it belongs
A hundred doors down
The rainbow and clear glasses
Past the corridors of butterflies
And wishful thinking
I reside hiding under concrete
Of broken dreams and fermenting failure
YOU ARE READING
Labyrinth
PoetryPoems I made during quarantine. A poem compilation about eating, sleeping and other things. I don't know what I have created. Read at your own risk.
