Shadows and Silence
Our shadows hold many secrets,
If our walls could talk,
they'd choose silence.
Shades of promises broken
And shades theft and violence.
Heavy hands one day will tend
To the graves of fools,
Pray for them
Then blanket them,
With viverant noxious blooms.
Notorious names now
Censored by blood, tears
And dust.
And among them one day
Sadly, will be the names of us.
Copyright © Charles Pullen | Year Posted 2016
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