Hollowed Wood

don't sing your song

my soul, crying out 

to you for all it does.

where never stood, 

there, no one else

Who delves this far. 

Above,

believing twice, as well 

the departed where

blessed stairwell fell, now I'll head

to gravure, down
to follow nor remember so.

recalled events

wait stagnant in your bickering mind,

of fallacies played, corrected

a-tide, the oceans call of myrtle

a sarcastic hardened dell.  

   

Reviews

[Wondering Mind]

well, I hope the concerned knows how to decipher this