You beat against the iron braced
The timbres shake but bolts withstand
As large this door is as it's thick
Your signal still encroaches clear
Sanctuary spouts its shrill
Like bells of rotting brass be tolled
I can tell you weaken more
By every second I lay claim
Some footfalls by the ****** in breath
And every ounce it takes
To think of whether side will draw
Conclusions I foresee
Hushed sobs on other side I hear
Not innocence at all
The tears are caked in ****** acts
As are the palms I fold
They round about and blaze their way
Their curses dark and vile
To wall or line of lancing spears
You are left in ramping free fall
You kick the wood with all your might
Desperation burning high
As I the listener await the fate
Of wolf pack on its hanging prey
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
You beat against the iron braced
The timbres shake but bolts withstand
As large this door is as it's thick
Your signal still encroaches clear
Sanctuary spouts its shrill
Like bells of rotting brass be tolled
I can tell you weaken more
By every second I lay claim
Some footfalls by the ****** in breath
And every ounce it takes
To think of whether side will draw
Conclusions I foresee
Hushed sobs on other side I hear
Not innocence at all
The tears are caked in ****** acts
As are the palms I fold
They round about and blaze their way
Their curses dark and vile
To wall or line of lancing spears
You are left in ramping free fall
You kick the wood with all your might
Desperation burning high
As I the listener await the fate
Of wolf pack on its hanging prey
Originally written on October 14, 2014.
Fifth poem for the Hundred Theme Challenge by The-Poetry-Cafe. I am liking the process of knowing what I have to write; let's me get more creative in other areas [though I don't know about this one.]
Challenge information: the-poetry-cafe.deviantart.com
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Theme: Seeking Solace