Category: Writers Block
You make me stand in silence viewing the world for what it is.
Through windows not my own. Like a mirror being held in front of me forcing me to see myself.
Reality which prior I've escaped with ease.
Grounded now in place as shadows speak their truth
I'm forced to hear their howling cry's.
No protection before me only weeping walls
with graffiti on their face. Though they were in place you reach me as if they were never there. But how, how did your light enter the darkest place of my soul where the children played, and the music screamed so loud covering their pain?
Perhaps you have enough darkness of your own and were there all along. Perhaps you know the children by name.
Though you're unattainable, by my side you remain until you're called home.
When that time come your name will forever be etched on weeping walls with graffiti on their face.
Profound saddness can so be felt...good writing Maria.
indeed amazing writing. I love reading your poems.
it's awsome
This is good, thanks.
Bob