The Invaded Land
An iron portal
as brittle as a tear
in memories
or moments
designate
a miscreant burgeons
from emotions
the graphic artistry
of expendable smiles
to bypass hope
and linger in a clause
of could be
Yet the thrust
has to wretched put you
a glinting steal bloodied
by your heart
leaves you wrenching on breath
the choke
the broken despair
can lay no claim
to comfort unwanted
for all of agonies penitence
and purgatory
swallows you whole
There is no God
no justice
bitterness stamps it’s mark on all those pages
this inundation desperate
devours all logic
searches
though devoid of any meaning
but the ghost of a reason is all that you want
You would so wish to lay blame
yet it is no-one and everyone
who stands at fault
you are no more
and if sorrow could write the words
it has written them
with embers
into your soul
And one more mothers child
dies unknown to the world.
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2017
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