Sitting in pews,
Wondering which casket with legs is you.
Holding on to a pocket watch that stopped
Keeping track of the time.
Stained glass windows,
Telling a different story depending on the time of day.
Crows bay,
The hounds scream,
The moon says hello to the day.
Hymnals dusty, and cracked at the spines,
We feel the tide of anxiety rise.
Silence.
Silver.
Like the clouds on this day.
Hello.
Good bye.
Something new to say.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 1:57 AM UTC
Sitting in pews,
Wondering which casket with legs is you.
Holding on to a pocket watch that stopped
Keeping track of the time.
Stained glass windows,
Telling a different story depending on the time of day.
Crows bay,
The hounds scream,
The moon says hello to the day.
Hymnals dusty, and cracked at the spines,
We feel the tide of anxiety rise.
Silence.
Silver.
Like the clouds on this day.
Hello.
Good bye.
Something new to say.
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