Absurdity:
Crimson eyes
Piercing through the veil
Unchanged lives
Float along the fog
Settle and cry
Oh son of sun
I found crystal beams below
Mountain halls of white
Radiating brilliance
Above the ashes of yesterday
Within our solace the tower falls
Oh cascadia
All my scars from all the stars
Is worth the bronze filling my lungs
Perched atop her thrall
Midnight raven beckons
Her heart is broken
But did it ever start
Oh hell’s high water
Crawl past insufferable, sulfurous, weak
Broken hands
And they weep ever more
About the Creator
Ryan Welch
I wander through the fog that is my life. Writer of poems, music and stories, for those feeling misunderstood. Welcome
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