Verses unsung

Beat against the walls

And subside.

The walls deride

Their frail attempts

To see the light

Of day. They

Flare up each day

Only to be extinguished

By the coldness


Hours fly, shadows

Change, while within

A wry colorlessness

Reigns. Unsung verses

Gather in heaps

On the cold floor,

Awaiting release –

Verses made captive by

Time and circumstances,

Waiting for Time

To set them free

Again. Insane urges,

Meanwhile, implore them

To beat and beat against

Cold walls and implode

To lie as ashes in heaps

In an effort to find release.


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