chrisbryz

Blooming Gloom Renounced

One with the earth, the soil is calling
Whom is facing towards the grave, now still,

Is stricken into a shackled will
Without a clue to where she has fallen

The darkness approaches as absentia submits
A wallowing pity to a stagnant growth;
Maybe flowers will bloom from this spot of earth
Or grubs may find her corpse through the casket

Whether it’ll be her bones for a beauty scripted
With a vintage year, or scribbles that score
The days of her lingering here, she will begin to fade

These walls exposed to a dead silence are only lifted
By placid thoughts that are conjured to adore
The memories of her; now alive, as she has returned

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This entry was published on December 20, 2016 at 12:51 am and is filed under Poetry, Sonnet, Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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