In the box was where it was placed,
the lace facing up to the sky.
Across the curves the fingers traces
a pace that led to good bye.
Dropped from up high to below
the heavens of unknown calls.
A living hell tilled into the snow
covered over with freshened falls.
Footprints left to be lost in time
with all things lost to be found.
Screaming across waters the chime
No ears to hear, no mark of sound.
Living is via the actions of another
lovers with an unknown touch.
False the name of brother or mother
belonging slipping from clutch.
Pleading for a little attention please
an extension of a needing wealth
Laying with dogs to rise with fleas
Lying to self with delusional health.
Taraz
[ a Steem original ]
