I do not mutter
I speak beneath the clutter of silence
A heart shall be torn
Out the dying embers of the unborn
I am an atom bomb
Beside your love tomb
Waiting for release from this womb
You shouldn't have left
The wind has told me how you've wept
All the secrets that you've kept,
Shall face light, now that my heart has you trapped
Life is for living,
But you can't live
If you're lost
Senseless inaction
Purifying hollow action
Spirit contractions
Entertain soul extractions
A mansion desolate and dead
It is burdened with many rooms
Each broken and in control despite dread
Overlooking density while the uncontrollable looms
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Long Soon Gone
PoetryPart 6 of my 2021 series. Long Soon Gone is a collection of poems that are highly abstract and cryptic. Much of the messages and themes are up to interpretation. This collection is very special to me as I feel that it represents me best and just abo...
