A Poem by TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerror

"vacant rows of burdened clay "


shade bleeds a velvet texture

stretching far and wide
strides to smother
clawed hands grasping thread
rip apart layers to shed
bear the stains of men
rise and swagger free
struggle to breathe  
steps in spites deceit
skipping stones of jaded need
trail of tears in layered debris
vacant rows of burdened clay
broken back gathering neat
harvesting the last belief

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

© 2019 TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerror

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I come from Seattle area and I can completely feel the vibes- I almost get in memories here. I don’t usually like picture or music in peoples writing but you connect so well to the image that even this picture I feel the music pulsing.

Posted 2 Days Ago

Can feel the spirits of lights around the crowd and people gathering to be healed, nice write ;-]

Posted 3 Weeks Ago

I get that religious feeling of connection, oneness and belief from being with many other like minded people.

Posted 1 Month Ago

i get many meanings from this,looks like millions crying out to god

Posted 1 Month Ago

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Added on October 3, 2019
Last Updated on October 3, 2019


TerryDarcy-Ryan   akaSheerTerror
TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerror


When I was a young girl I was your average Tomboy. I lived to watch Star Trek the only thing that could take me away from the voyages of the Star Ship Enterprise was playing Baseball with the boys. .. more..


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