All your beautiful creations
Rot underneath the heel
Of bated breath, once warm, gone cold
Which witnessed writhing death
It reached its slender fingers in
And plucked out every heart-string
Till all the air reverberated
With hopeless dreams and dead-end letters
Cropped tongue and sentence
Amongst the wreck
Of a thought that came off
The railway tracks
Left seething, restless, a blackened stone
Where tender beat met the sixth rib bone
To weigh a heavy anchor, from the clouds
Leaving nothing,
But doubt
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 3:54 PM UTC
All your beautiful creations
Rot underneath the heel
Of bated breath, once warm, gone cold
Which witnessed writhing death
It reached its slender fingers in
And plucked out every heart-string
Till all the air reverberated
With hopeless dreams and dead-end letters
Cropped tongue and sentence
Amongst the wreck
Of a thought that came off
The railway tracks
Left seething, restless, a blackened stone
Where tender beat met the sixth rib bone
To weigh a heavy anchor, from the clouds
Leaving nothing,
But doubt
11:00pm, April 18th 2013
Expectations are easily made false.
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