Idle Recollection
The oxygen becomes thin
So many screams
So many words
Relinquished to whispers
Some vespers
Some curses
Curled up in tight little balls
Held back in the mouth
Like sour candy
Lips pucker
Eyes squint
Lose focus
And all the while
The dead tarry in their graves
Making room
For those to come…
So many screams
So many words
Relinquished to whispers
Some vespers
Some curses
Curled up in tight little balls
Held back in the mouth
Like sour candy
Lips pucker
Eyes squint
Lose focus
And all the while
The dead tarry in their graves
Making room
For those to come…
posted by ozymandiaz at 8:47 pm
4 Comments:
very powerful.
Very powerful
Wonderful imagery. One does feel the effect of the picture you've created with your words.
soulful.. moving
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