dead and gone the stares of empty shells as we walk past
Tag: literature
walking the winter coast screams lost at sea
finding meaning in the abyss the depth of your gaze
amidst the chaos on stage we prance about on delicate toes
white dove have you come in peace or is that war in your wings
halfway through the conundrum of burning and yearning
we share our grief over a claw you shed gone cat never found
a week now i hope you find peace when you crossed over to the truth
cold synthetic leathered hands to hold the grey matter in place
stopped counting the ants i’ve flushed down the toilet
