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Reflections

Smoke and the Withered Ground

By Ryan WelchPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read

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

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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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    Written by Ryan Welch