The sky opens up and swallows us whole
A drop in the sea we can't possibly find
Delve into pools of unconscious tale
And I find I can and see all what is real
Reflections are nothing yet born of the soil
Drive the gnashing of teeth, grind unto dust
Bolts of anguish, calamity bore into my mind
Release the hounds and tear the moon down
Ensnaring me
Set me
To these
Gallows
Blinded
Gilded
Tearing me
My lady unleash my mind send me away
Spired cairn is above thy god’s unholy lamb
Recalling my path yet it seems so unclear
Dogged, vast, and deep tomb to reseal
Death decays
Mind unwound
Phantom pain
Succumbing to untold falsified tales
Once undone we flung and smashed all her scales
Ushers of death abound walk among us all
Is it time to find and heed their long gone song
Reflections are nothing yet born of the soil
Drive the gnashing of teeth, grind unto dust
Bolts of anguish, calamity bore into my mind
Release the hounds and tear the moon down
Ensnaring me
Set me
To these
Gallows
Blinded
Gilded
Tearing me
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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Comments (1)
This read like a haunting song. I read your Bio and it all made sense! I feel misunderstood too. Thanks for making me feel welcome. :)