Are you a rose in the shadows
printing words before the morn
tossing your breath out of windows
down the stairwells
in the stilling chill of the ringing
of the dawn
do the words you toss to silence
come marching back, from both sides
will they line you up on walls
to shoot you dead
all in a line
Listen
to them
falling
I ask, what do you truly long
to no longer hear
To no longer see
Does it hurt you
in your heart
does it pain your pride
to have to feel
Do they come to take your head
or is it you, who will not cease
Until the guillotine becomes the final sentence
to the catching light,
and rolling heads
About the Creator
LNoelle
Poet, philosopher, witchy woman/goblin. Jill of all trades with a passion for life & the freedom for all to live & love deeply & truly.
Dabbler in art (wonky original works seen here) and tend to overuse "ashes", psychoanalyze if you must.
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