Aberration denied
Cold sweat ensues
Premonition envelops
You knew it all along
Weary conscience collapses
Into the reality of conscious deception
The door is locked and sealed
The bars no longer illusion
The darkness steals a victim
Cries in the void
Silence in tune with its echo
Reverberates
Mind thread slackens
Dangling over the abyss
Searching for a spool
Needle’s first calling
Spool turns as threads tighten
Whispers ring past the quiet lie
Needle replies
Oblivion serves her master
Copyright 2010 Patrick Granfors
Peace,
Dayvid
Love and Respect,
Sage
I'll get on again.
John
Threaded with deep haunting words and ideas ~
Awesome!
Christine
Ron