Shutters
When screaming silence
invades,
this hand that captures thoughts.
In doubt of worth,
when nothing is still more
than me,
I take
pain,
I take
life
and twist their melody
to danse macabre.
~~~~~~
Shutters closed upon dawn,
I breathe darkness,
taste injustice, spit bile
upon virgin sheets.
Satisfy this void,
and shutters rise
to greet myself.
Copyright © Colin Marschall | Year Posted 2007
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