A lonely creature content just to be,
Allured by the rooms that hide in the strange,
As one would see fit to rest with the sea—
Where time after time, you pine for exchange.
These fields that you lie in—seethe with regret,
These doors only lock from the other side,
If only the light had shone to forget—
The moon may have spurned to play with the tide.
But nevertheless, the chamber will call,
The aether of now is wretched and frail,
Both Heaven and Hell standby to befall—
For this shall renew your heart—either trail.
So, scatter blackbirds! And behold the door!
As nothingness splatters across the floor.
Cory Garcia
11aLove this... full of great lines!!!These doors only lock from the other side,
If only the light had shone to forget—
The aether of now is wretched and frail,
So, scatter blackbirds! And behold the door!
As nothingness splatters across the floor.
Lxnnnie Rutledzh
11aThanks a lot. Very dark, I know. The day has been long, but if a few good lines can come of it, so be it. Thanks for reading.
Cory Garcia
11aAbsolutely! What a gift to take any situation and create something beautiful from it...Hope your day goes better... your creation was a blessing for me!
Lxnnnie Rutledzh
11a:)