Friday, January 17, 2014

The Attrition of Loneliness

the attrition of loneliness
boards up sensory output
feeling fingers grasp at cold iron
searching eyes witness singular tragedy
tired mouths form words isolated to ghosts

dreams offer the only beauty
in a gray continuation
so many stars will fall
as the moon gleams with blood's luster
night reigns in darkened principality

listening for listeners
what pictures language paints
a dirty wound, a cut for fear
loveless longing sells cheapened thrill
a dead and barren field



-c.thomas.c-


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