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Mourningveil

04 Sep

Author's Workshop

Sandstone foundations on which to build.
Shadowy people, ghosts of what was.
Mystifying wonders contained within my hand.

Foundation cracks, the sandstone is weak.
Shadows, they laugh, the maddened ghosts call.
Wonders grow dull, sorrow the voices demand.

No one cares, forlorn
No one sees, unborn
No one tries, exist
Blaze of life, desist

Rafters of rotting wood hold up the roof.
Phantoms singing sweet melodies that I can not hear.
Joys of life I throw now into the void.

The building collapses, its echoes they crash.
Lonely oppression surrounds me again.
Embracing the misery that I can not seem to avoid.

No one cares, forlorn
No one sees, unborn
No one tries, exist
Blaze of life, desist

Copyright ©2001 Robert Adkisson

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