It weeps flakes of time on the
unforgiving floor below....
like leaves never fading
stagnant greens linger
deformed by there empty moments
Contorted panels showing the pain
of there absence from the world.
A glass panel cracked beyond
its sight, distorted reflections collect
fractured rainbows never reaching
there *** of gold.
When the wind cuts upon its shadow,
this door creaks open, falling to splinters
beyond its creation there is nothing waiting
just an empty space...
Shut for so long lingering in denial
that beyond it lies nothing of interest..
it lays on its hinges, a dead tree felled...
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 4:50 PM UTC
It weeps flakes of time on the
unforgiving floor below....
like leaves never fading
stagnant greens linger
deformed by there empty moments
Contorted panels showing the pain
of there absence from the world.
A glass panel cracked beyond
its sight, distorted reflections collect
fractured rainbows never reaching
there *** of gold.
When the wind cuts upon its shadow,
this door creaks open, falling to splinters
beyond its creation there is nothing waiting
just an empty space...
Shut for so long lingering in denial
that beyond it lies nothing of interest..
it lays on its hinges, a dead tree felled...
