Silence, where he waits alone all he must face is known thus his wonder avenges, failing the prophecy he is ailing a companion lost along the way there he waits alone where the vein is disappearing and the challenge is ever rearing though he knows the truth and will not question where he waits alone like a bedded river stone when the rush is flailing to distinguish the impaling a cleansing and the stillness as he waits alone with no one to condone the leaflets he is feeling where the prophecy is reeling something all along he has known he waits alone he calls with no one hearing his fear provokes a clearing though he knows the truth and will not question why his sanity is tearing the call for inner searing within the silence where he waits alone
“Chaos”
26 Saturday Jan 2013
Posted in POETRY
I love the one!!
Err this stupid thumb lol
Thank you, and your thumb lol.
You are so talented, Sage.
Thank you so much :)
your writing particularly has been speaking to me recently – these reflections are beautiful. thank you so much. :)
Thank you for saying that, it means a lot when I know my words deeply reach someone, so thank you :)
“like a bedded river stone” love that!
Thank you!!