Sharp slivers left behind..
Drops of blood ripple
the waters of the dieing.
An open wound..
Deep but not seen..
Wooden spears in the echoes
of this beating heart..
As hopelessness shatters dreams..
Ever so slowly drowning
in the bottomless black
of humanities blood filled ravine...
The heart always beating...
Yes, always bleeding..
Yet never....
Never seen.
This is a grand illustration of unseen and or ignored injury....whether on a personal level or world level. Well done, my friend.
really nice work....
enjoyed.....Art Sun...
superb write!
Vesna:)
Some splinters run deeper than what healing will allow. Excellent writting.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Well penned Erica....so good to read you again!!
Love Tinka