Some silences have many nooks of tears
That lay the corpse of angst upon old weeds
As grasses hide a vulnerable face
To harbor grief...wrestling among lost stars.
And I hold comfort in my guarded place,
Ensnaring those who dare enter cracked walls
On threadbare hours... face of betrayal looms
While heart torn splatters, needing cold retreat.
Quietly wasting time that peels ached nights
I hang upon clotheslines of empty winds ,
Numbing the senses as I lose the spark of dreams
Until tenor of pained silence roars...again.
Before an altar of thorns where love fades
On candles drifting to light my emptiness;
Nail of silence pierces this face now grim
Where bleeding hour reaches a destined tomb.
Loneliness Contest Of Frank H.
by nette onclaud