Solace...

 

 

A ceiling balanced on four cemented slabs,

Walls, hollow within,

With a thousand screams shut deep inside.

Closely structured with little breathing space.

Painted with morbid shades.

A faint light, hopelessly, dimming above the head.

A window with a crack in the pane, showcasing a tree skeleton,

Standing against the sunrise every dawn,

A perpetual eclipse of sun.

Besides the only breathing soul,

Breathes the termites, on the only wooden saviour with a rusted latch,

A dilapidated home.

 

Knock-knock.

A bang on the door,

Drives the eyes to the tick-tock,

Time’s stretching its hands to the peak in unison,

Later than usual.

 

Step forward, peep through the glass,

Broad nose, begging eyes, a pleasure on flame tucked between lips,

Smoke escaping from the hollow,

A grotesque figure,

But a weary soul!

 

Unlock the weak, wooden saviour,

Let him in.

In the cloister, dark and dingy,

Slams the door, and ears hear the shuffling of tired feet behind.

 

Close.

Close he comes, breathes on the nape,

Eyes search for eyes,

Grabs tight, with ears on heaving breasts,

Voices stay silent but the heart beats.

Droplets stock up on the navel from dampened sockets

Pressed against the cleavage.

 

The over-flown pitcher filled with agony,

A silent cry of all the unvoiced failures, witnessed under the sun,

A piercing pain of being deprived,

The known oblivion to deceit the unattended present.

 

God.

I lean against the hollow wall,

Where I stand against it strong as a shield,

Hold your head and feel your unnoticed sweat,

Place it gently on the soft flesh.

And re-coronate YOU with a kiss on your forehead!

 

Reviews

[Prudence Desideria]

Beautiful wording, very epic somehow. Made me think of the movie 'Sin City' when I read it, with the black and white/gray scale and then moments of bright color that shines through and captures the attention of the on-looker. You jumble the words easily and professionally, and formulate a complex structure that the reader feels compelled to investigate, thus capturing our interest with your word games...
great work.
hugs,
prudence

[Kevin Connolly]

Yes, great stuff, Shinjini.I especially liked this stanza:Knock-knock, A bang on the door, Drives the eyes to the tick-tock, Time�s stretching its hands to the peak in unison, Later than usual. I don't know why, it just seems to have great depth. Good stuff.

[LizLadyNinja]

OOOOOO very nice! I like this poem, kinda' a little sadistic, but thats always fun! Great job! :)

[Jeff "jazzman"..]

This piece has left me speechless, this is such a beautiful piece of poetic art, great write!

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

This is so well written..I am honored to read this.
You certainly can write and I certainly cannot critique.
But I can say, this is a very good poem.

Chloe
xoxo