Robin Brown Poet Free verse

The Architectural Haunting

Beneath the fragile veneer of 
our daily masquerade,
An architecture haunting 
persists in the psychological 
shade.
We inter our ancient,
clandestine transgressions 
deep,
Within ossuaries of the 
subconscious where quiet 
terrors creep.
These metaphorical 
calcified,
Are the ossified remnants of
truths we stubbornly denied.

They rattle rhythmically 
against the ribcage of the 
mind,
An inescapable orchestration 
of what we left behind.
No external necromancy 
commands this skeletal 
dance;
It is a self- inflicted, perpetual
psychic trance.
We drape them in
magnificent fabrics of
elaborate deceit,
Yet the bony configuration 
remains forever incomplete.

Every unspoken sorrow
becomes a pristine, ivory rib,
Forged in the somber quiet 
of memory's cold crib.
The cranium stores the
echoes of a phantom, bitter
cry,
A monument to every
magnificent, protective lie.
We carry this
Phantasmagoric anatomy
through the crowd,
Wrapped tightly in a silent,
invisible shroud.

Still, these pale architecture-
keepers refuse to fully
decay,
Demanding their structural
tribute at the closing of the 
day.
They are framework of 
our resilience, though born
of regret,
A subterranean scaffolding 
we can never quite forget.

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