Thursday, October 14, 2010

Diana Rose - One Poem

Three Part Harmony of Desolation


All is closing in ,
Beyond the grey gloom,
Shuttered windows trap the light
And I
cannot breathe
Stale confines chokes the life
the shrouded wraith
refuses to let me from its grasp,
Peering through one eye in focus
I cannot see the sun.
Bodice of metal shrapnel cuts to the bone,
hanging by metal cord
upside down and weightless
I cannot see you anymore.

II. Alone
is my highway,
here there are no road signs
no welcome sign to guide the way,
just the rundown structure(s)
peeling of paint
broken windows,
rusty metal gate,
swinging in wind
doors falling from hinges
ceiling cracking and caving in
no more salvation
every dog had its day
three minutes to midnight
and is bone tired weary
Fetch. leap. sit
Moan for the death of nothing.

III. We are alone in this life..
And the struggle is almost too much to climb through
Wading through the mire of misconceptions
Tired of the theology
of misbegotten dreams of desolate angels wing
Failure is eminent front
with woe begotten charm
waiting for us to fall.
Haggard is the sentinel
leading the way
we have no choice but to trod
weaving and dodging
the muck thrown by latter day saints and sinners
there are no heroes sent to save you
just the long road
past redemption.

There are no more heroes
His hands were cut away
And buried in an unmarked grave,
We cannot find.

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