Visage

Mortal bonds, the chains of flesh.
Shackle a weary spirit,
to a crushing forlorn succession.
Of a failing in the means to find answers,
any action, is bound to be.
A fruitless endeavor.
Disquieted passerby,
one gaze into a jaded pair of hollow eyes.
As if viewing through a pair of stained windows,
Of ornate painted glass.
The visage, like the empty pews,
of a magnificent cathedral,
of agonizing sorrow.
Oh that which never ends.
Blunting the edge of indescretion,
I will find no relief.
Ceaselessly lamenting.
dismally spiraling.
Into loathing self reflection.
Catatonically stricken,
by the crushing weight,
of divine calamity.
Ironically symbolized,
to illustrate a trend.
Bending will, I broke it.
I chagrined in disbelief.
Mortality, transcendence

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

What indeed is the face value and what lies beneath the depth of skin! There is so much here and speaks to me of the otherness if inner lives. How can we live merely scratching at the surface? 🙏🏻🕊