Wednesday 18 May 2016

sciamachy

and the deafening sound
of your infinite hollowness
asks you to trust
your very own madness

life stops and starts
at every second
condemned by an
unrelenting heart

come collect these droplets
of pain and treason
and with them weave
your basket of cruelty

sow the poisonous seeds
of agony and distress
on the lands where
stems of hope emerge

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