Hopes and Fears

Inspired by Muse's Shrinking Universe from Hullabaloo

A silent crow, cawed in an earsplitting
Scream that slit the visage of silence
A narrow escape it fled when a gun firing
It hit the hem of wings, on to a fence
More silence overwhelming the sheer noise
A little walk will do, a little racket of shoes
An early sunrise crept upon the voice
And it jeered and sneered at the weird truce
A slip of target caused the innocent cry
A deep wound erected upon a naïve skin
Blistering and burning in a cold night
To the hours that had never dared to remain
In clocks and years that have passed by
A ghoul hesitating to eat the corpse
Fearing to hear its cry
A false-hood in the name of regime sticks in hopes
Of the afraid, the people who fear…

Reviews

[Mi Wae]

I love the darkness painted with your words: crow, scream, gun, silence wound, night, ghoul, corpse, fear

the little racket of shoes is a gorgeous line and I love the anxiety of time there too in 'the hours that dared to remain', 'in clocks and years that have passed by', and in 'the name of regime sticks in hopes
Of the afraid, the people who fear…'

Overall I dig the dark urgency in it.. :) really great...

[T.W. Early]

good poem! well written!