[Here lies...]
Here lies memory.
Kneeling grief,
monologue
cloaking grave stones
loveless hands polished.
Self pity
in automotion.
Solitude.
Who will love us now?
Retelling stories
of the gone past,
biased truth
to elude
this
emptyness.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC
[Here lies...]
Here lies memory.
Kneeling grief,
monologue
cloaking grave stones
loveless hands polished.
Self pity
in automotion.
Solitude.
Who will love us now?
Retelling stories
of the gone past,
biased truth
to elude
this
emptyness.
An exercise for a poetry prompt offered by www.legendfire.com
