Red eclipse
Exhales of cold mist, float above the ashes of a broken palace
Crows in black clothes, feed on the sadness of a lost promise
Light fades to night, flowers bloom in little pieces of grace
Innocent screams, fall quietly from mouths without a trace
Parables flash tales, eyes close to search the dark for peace
Sinners sing hymns, guilty lips read verses of a sacrifice
Earthly sunlight casts blood, across a moon's embrace
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"Poetry is what happens when nothing else can"
Charles Bukowski
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About Writing
Most people talk about things that bother them as a way to vent their emotions, another way is through writing. As I sit writing in my car, I ponder how much writing, in itself, has helped me become the person I am today. I have endless amounts of pages filled with poems, stories, and sometimes random blurbs. Writing is a window into your soul. The simple action of writing has benefited me; by helping me to achieve a better memory, helping me to learn and grow intellectually, and helping me to communicate my emotions.
By Sarah Wilcox2 days ago in Journal
Comments (8)
So eerie. Earie. Oh balls, I can't spell.
Beautifully penned!!
Well this was darker than I expected... That final line was heart stopping for me!
"crows in black clothes" - I enjoyed that bit a lot!
sounds like betrayal to me
Whoaaaa, this was so dark, poignant and intense! So brilliantly executed! Loved your Acrostic!
Oooof. Guilty lips. Fantastic. I love this so much
Somehow this was really very visual to me, like, I'm looking at it in a gallery, in a frame.