deep waters

A long, hollow funeral
no mourners have come
themed in crystal and pain
held beneath the silent waters
the deep, black waters
that fill the poisoned well of my mind.
I sank beneath them like
a broken dream
drowning in the clear blackness
cold and silent, muffling the light
of my dying day.
now the sun breaks the toll of the bell
shattering the hollow sigh of the waves
its rays piercing them and plunging
like searching spears into the depths
the placental fluid of my insanity.
but it comes too late, the light only finds
the bone white tomb
where my soul is buried.

Reviews

[Wynter Ignatius]

We all bury a part of ourselves for safety and find it disconcerting that few look to find that place deep inside us all. I quite enjoyed this look into the darkness you painted here; not that my foray into the lighter side of light needs the darkness, but if we don't know where we have been how can we move towards better areas of light? All in all a quite nice piece.

Keep it up.

[Dark Heart of Winter]

Glad you liked it! :) thanks for the feedback

[VelvetRosetta]

Almost a time when I felt I had no soul, no hope...I can relate to this piece. Very well done!

[Joshua Snyder]

Pure and raw, never stop writing!!

[Dark Heart of Winter]

Thank you!! :) i find that very encouraging