Free Verse
DARKNESS SWALLOWS
The marble cracks beneath the aging collection of moss, you are and always will be a forgotten name amidst a silent, drifting loss. Tragic, besot. Something always rubs the skin on the bone, even once we are gone. Even our shadow recognizes another home and leaves us all alone.Watching us fall into deeper, darker reeds, sitting beside us as we claim our endless sleep. The reaper cold in deaths design, steeping silently across our makers lines. We flee...Until wilted leaves dot our graves, overgrown and callous stone. Follow no one, nowhere when footsteps tread. Leave not where your grave claims us dead.
By K.H. Obergfoll5 months ago in Poets
QUESTIONS
I have been rediscovering old poems I hadn't shared on here and so have not written anything quite new other than the string theory stories and those are just AI conversations, though fascinating to me. Today I had that same thought that has haunted me for years and I captured a line and wrote from there-"I wonder about you"-peace.
By Victor Mendez5 months ago in Poets
