Walker

It astounds; 

emitting from the quiet hills

And I know 

I am not ready,

 

In the grassy marsh

I sense your elegance following me

Your frail spine still lingering

in the wooden framework of my opened door

 

Walking here has always burned me,

 

On occasion, I wander past your foolish name

Questions spill like pennies from my mind

Morphed into some wishing filled trough

 

In the waters I can feel your thirst drowning me

sun-flowered and soothing like a beating heart,

Our infections together become sweet clever disguises

This open wound where only pain will muddle,

 

The taste is life metallic

Our prayers from the grave

The final sentence weeping

As we leave here riddled.

As we leave here riddled.

 

As we leave here riddled.

Reviews

[Alisa Js]

What an astounding description of death!!!

Eerily so....

I trust all is well and this one was motivated by Halloween or something similar????

Alisa

[Perdition]

Thanks H. Hope we get a chance to catch up Pre- Halloween cause I'm going ballistic this year~ Great catch on the Death call. Always appreciated~

[Alisa Js]

Yes, me too. Looking forward to it.

Until then, stay safe, you!

Alisa😃