Chiselled sculptures-
cracked faces.
Crowded channels.
Fallen fragments-
of what was.
Occupied scenarios-
unsolicited control.
Foundations cracked.
Faded faces.
Fragmented times.
Chiselled sculptures-
cracked faces.
Crowded channels.
Fallen fragments-
of what was.
Occupied scenarios-
unsolicited control.
Foundations cracked.
Faded faces.
Fragmented times.
She looks across to the horizon-
swells of thought whirl along in rhythmic synchronicity-
mimicking the waves that yonder on-
and on.
Reflecting.
Thoughts and feelings?
Or,
may it just be-
symbolism.
Water.
Reflection.
Reflecting hidden emotions-
reflecting back-
at ourselves.
Sleepy shadows slither silently slow.
Through thundering tunnels-
an alienating atmosphere-
aggressively alone.
Hollowed hearts hide haphazardly.
Fear follows fractured faces.
Longing. Lonely. Lost liabilities.
Problems profound.
Searching souls, startle simplicity.
Revolutions ruthlessly rile rigid raigems.
Cultivating change.
Summer sprung in a shadowed time-
where clouds of grief and sorrow-
roared.
No sense of self-
did occur.
Reflection?
A familiar stranger.
Crying-
silently,
Is that……
me?
Take a moment,
and-
Be.
For no shame-
should come-
when tears do fall.
For-
that be your soul-
comforting thee.