Surrounded.

A crucifix left standing in the chimes.
Only lost waiting in a framed state of mind.

Present yet certain the end is near.
Strained of anger and melted of seasoned fear.

Hanging on the every fortified cell of love.
Though the grip is slick and trapped from above.

Just missing the point of nails so pristine.
To be positioned by the forever evolving trees.

Waiting longer into the dark clouded day.
While Chimes are heard from miles away.

However tis not where the message is beside.
The love is a feeling the mind can not hide.

by chris.

Reviews

[Jola]

Love is fleeting .. beautiful poem full of metaphors .... good job!!!

[PhantomDancer]

Powerful and strong words, forming a gripping piece. I can hear the chimes as I read it.