Saturday 26 November 2016

Exist


Broken bottles
falling petals
sheets of
toughened metal

Whispers that glide
shadows stand still
hope
is their only will

Echoes of daily events
challenging times
he
repents

Hollow is his voice
no sound
to fill the space
disbelief in
the chase

Vinyl's of old
walls of mould
stories never existing
to be told  

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