dark decays
as light embraces
tiny seeds of
breath anointed
tortured souls to scatter harmless
gathered on a faith.
shard remains
in shadows cower
thoughts of night
a passing phase
relented and exposed descended
tethered in repose.
voices taint
a silence lost
to shimmer sounds
impatient fuss
to penetrate, impale offending
rusting in a shame.
©robertgreig2009
1 comments:
Not much love for organized religion?
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