Dead Anger Haunts
Resurrected
Then there they where
Twisted emotions,stretched
Thoughts,push through veins
nerves frayed,edges blunt
as we fumble for words;into
silent moments.
We speak as strangers
though veins throb
as tension hangs
Breaths held; as we
wade into hopelessness
Dead anger haunts
our absent faces
Empty eyes that look away
DESMOND CHILDS
Sun 7th Jan 2018 21:19
Thank you for your comments Martin,much appreciated.
All the best des