The misted shores seem as clouded as my mind,
I feel like I could walk this coast forever
but thick drifting smoke finds its way to my eyes
and stings what thoughts still linger.
I wonder if the gardens have all turned to ash
and taken refuge on the bodies of these strangers…
am I the only one left to taste the pain
or inhale this harsh and blackened air?
Now I have no words to carve or etch,
they die faceless, nameless,
lost from their tongues
and erased from any history.
Yet still I stack stone upon stone over shallow graves
until the dawn turns to dusk and starts all over again,
with no sound, no chirp, no colors or pleasant sights
left on once glorious doorsteps and lustrous streams.
No, here the soil mimics the dull texture of coal
when it meshes with charred memories,
and It stains my hands black and lonely
as I pray my eyes are tricksters.
But they do not deceive,
they burden me with afterthoughts
of children’s wails and deafening cries
whilst they burned beside their mothers.
I am consumed by this place,
by this odor of crooked corpses,
I want to run and find I’m sleeping by the sea
merely lost in the fog of a monsters dreams.
…
Nothing’s ever that simple,
my mind has over processed
and left me with sickening truths,
I find the world is in recession.
Author notes
...yeeaah... not really feelin this one...
Comments and critiques much appreciated
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Nice write as always
Your thoughts are always this deep it seems
sometimes its hard trying to understand what you say but yeah...
Pen one J
Ken
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Yeah, it's sad but I find sometimes my thoughts are hard to decipher even for myself haha >_< haha I can rarely turn my mind off...
Thanks for the applause and kind words!
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evcellent
i love the detail it reminds me of my fav author Dean Koontz because of that. -
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Thank you ^_^
I'm so very pleased you enjoyed it.
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