A Place Where Wishes Go To Die
Within the fates of a thousand shattered dreams.
Below the depths of endless pools of sorrow.
Behind the darkest black of shadows seize.
Into the coldest grip of winters relentless exhale.
A place where wishes go to die.
The gasping end of an angels last breath.
Clouds break and pour silver anguish.
Cast among grey shadows over bruised mountains.
Spilled blood trails of infinite agonies.
Regrets fertilize on begging memory.
A place where wishes go to die.
Insomnia festers infection through veins of glazed eyes.
Tears can no longer cleanse incipient misery.
Melancholy in swollen tides never receding flood.
Malaise augments heavy on brittle bones of days accrue.
Decrepitude cutting deep into furrows of times decay on fleshy carapace.
Scouring ashes of burned bridges built to nowhere.
Raw fingers scrape to feel each minutes path carved in soot.
A place where wishes go to die.
Scabrous lips utter meandering whispers of senseless blight.
Ruptured ears ring in deafening notes of lassitude.
Burst lungs choke on gentle dissolve.
Circled into fetal prone in allowance of dissolution.
Acerbic stench of acrid discharge permeate redolence.
Satisfactions shame.
Pleasures pain.
Contentments gloom.
Hopes despair.
A place where wishes go to to die.
Inside of me.
JG..© 12/2010
Oh damn. I’m sitting here listening to “road to nowhere’ (Ozzy) at full volume and I read this. It gives such a sublime context in unexpected parallel!
Great write Mr. Green.
You are very talented, sir!