Bow
With each screaming note of pain
The darkness fills her broken frame
insipid oil glints and gleams
and streams
like blackened rainbow dreams
each pitch change
her quest for enlightenment
almost spent
but continues without pause
as darkness buries knife claws
Fingers forged in burning hours of lost childhood
But still stood
as darkness swathes her hopes
dreaming of the imperfect note
that will make her stop
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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