Vacant Soul
~
Stood in time, this lost and lonely peer
stripped of life where darkness comes to call
o' tempest dream of endless disappear
let not be me who bends this 'pleted fall
Dearest pain, my skin reflects in death
candles drip, lone aching now to crave
melted forms in shadow's final breath
earthen mounds, o' this my tortured grave
Vacant soul, tormented is thy weave
come to mourn, o' ye of dire stare
cast thy fill in gravel to relieve
final wish, this hour of despair
Pull this soil with spade of coated blood
deeper still for thou hast cast the sign
chiseled dates and names, farewells a' flood
memories 'long crooked festered line
Still, these winds in hallowed echoes flow
endless chants, where haunted arches breach
thick of vine and foothold dangers show
gasp for air, deflated lungs now preach
O' these fears lie anguished, ever deep
press the lid of wood and rotted feel
when the past has nothing left to reap
of this peer, thy darkness shall reveal
~
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2020
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