Closure

These bitter hands that build again,
toiling with such earthly grain.
Blistered flesh that bleeds within,
the poison that flows beneath the skin.
Stone by stone, they fill the hole,
no recess buried in the soul.
And never the light shall pass this door,
ever darkness, forevermore.

Reviews

[lark1311]

Sombre, mournful, bereft. Nice write.