Thick Comes the Night
The darkness subterraneously slowly slides in
As it covers the woeful wounds on the sanguineous skin
Thick comes the night I know it very well
Where mendacious mourners induce their own hell
The tears that fall...and build a wall of silence
With slippery slopes...and abandoned hopes of guidance
For the pouring of tears...of yester years behind us
As we slip and fall...and hit the wall that binds us
They cascade with their own charade...from within the inner soul
I slipped and fell to my own hell...on a tear drop as black as coal.
June.22.2016
For Contest... I SLIPPED ON A TEARDROP AND LANDED . . .
By Cindi Rockwell
Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2016
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