Carbon
Leather bound thoughts, tied on pages,
whispering to me on each day's beginnings
This sheet peels heart's cages,
Creeping on a trellis of words not spoken
that in the light, a yearning arisies
Spilling yarns knitted but unraveled
Time's remembrances awaken and heave
Soaking memories on the earmarks of carbon
To learn that passages with haunt phrases
That never open to rage of night
Restrained, I stitch the rims that tear apart
And recite the songs beyond the grey sky.
Epiphany Contest
Troy Greece
Copyright © Troy Greece | Year Posted 2013
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