Wednesday, June 8, 2011

GROWTH



Ravaged, bloody, torn hands,
Plucked full of remorse, the ripening flower,
The stem acknowledged defeat and withered,
Screamed, then silence...
The eyeless beast, sensed doom,
Petals rained dowen, blanketing the world
Sweetness calmly, filled the air,
Seedless winds carried darkness,
Fumeless chimney's,
Distant offerings of salvation , unanswered...
Rotating into depths, too deep,
There,
Remaining, hoping, buried, not by force,
But by will,
colourless...
Doubtless of origin, sorrowful,
The breeders tunnelled light,
Sprouted, dull, unsure,
Void of beauty,
Ravaged, bloody, torn hands,
Plucked....