Treading on the fallen echoes
of silence that no
longer tread on the
ground, only imprints
of what was yesterday.
There was a stead, rag and bones
showing its last gasp.
falling silent before
its unrested silence.
Now white tombs show its resting.
Nothing else matters,
only the wind sings between
its memory, chimes of agony
through hollow moments now
remember its cruel resting place.
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC
Treading on the fallen echoes
of silence that no
longer tread on the
ground, only imprints
of what was yesterday.
There was a stead, rag and bones
showing its last gasp.
falling silent before
its unrested silence.
Now white tombs show its resting.
Nothing else matters,
only the wind sings between
its memory, chimes of agony
through hollow moments now
remember its cruel resting place.
