Familiar faces
fall from graces
left alone in dim-lit places.
Fragile mind draped in laces,
dreams and terrors time erases-
suspended in the void of spaces,
like mold in the water of flower vases.
Entangled in a spider's web,
I chase the tide of black water's ebb.
Casting out the light again-
confess my sins to make amends.
A crystal tear escapes my iris.
I offer thanks to the God, Osiris
who blesses the exhale of my mortal breath,
and forgives my sin, the King of Death.
Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 12:38 AM UTC
Familiar faces
fall from graces
left alone in dim-lit places.
Fragile mind draped in laces,
dreams and terrors time erases-
suspended in the void of spaces,
like mold in the water of flower vases.
Entangled in a spider's web,
I chase the tide of black water's ebb.
Casting out the light again-
confess my sins to make amends.
A crystal tear escapes my iris.
I offer thanks to the God, Osiris
who blesses the exhale of my mortal breath,
and forgives my sin, the King of Death.
