What will they saw when I’m gone?
When the darkness comes to the light
The alter adorned with bright white flowers, Light up the room with a factitious smile.
Come dwell in all the secrets I keep, Look apon the lies.
Fall apon the sword, Standing in the cobwebbed corners of what left of a dead heart.
Gathered souls mitigate through the crumbling wall that surrounded a fortress, after the trumpet sounds.
Shovels full of dirt, adorned the walkway that lead to a final resting place.
Never too late
A journey back to all that has been seen before, in just a moments time.
Rooms with closed doors, The beds had all moved rocked, unknowingly across the floor.
How to sum up a covert life?
How to proceed ?
Read back all the words, written so carelessly, grasping at a mirage, of what is left to see.
Dispel all forgone ire.
It’s time to pay the ferryman.
Settle in the mire,
The end is nigh
Carry me down the river.
About the Creator
Kimberly
A former waitress, living under the California sun. I fill my days working, rage writing and sun bathing in golden hour lite corners, in what might possibly be the best chair on earth.
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