White room
Round room
Doors of many shades
Doors of many shapes
A bedroom
A throneroom
A necktie tied upside down
Bloody feathers on a crown
A classroom
A red room
A child
Who never smiled
A knife and a needle
Held like a sickle
A beating heart
Beating a heart
On a table
Hands unstable
Knife striking
Needle sewing
And repeat
And repeat...
YOU ARE READING
A Graveyard Of Words
PoetryA poetry collection ------------------- My words will just die without having been read My voice will only be swallowed by the cavern of thoughts without leaving an echo My stories will cease to exist. COMPLETED. ©bil garcia/ flightywords
