Silence reaches inside of me
Searching through the emptiness
Looking for a heart full of soul.
Probing the ashes for a prophecy
But the fire is dead, the ashes cold.
Silence hunting for the ghost of kindness
In the darkness between the thieves.
Seeking for a sliver of honesty
To light its way like a gibbous moon.
But the truth has deserted me.
The truth has stolen my heart away.
She is a wicked mistress
To rob me of the dawn.
When all I wanted was shelter,
Some shelter from the storms.
© 2020 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Made of sticks and stones 
Very daunting and visual. Thank you for sharing. 🙂
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Thank you, a little darkness but hopefully a little light too.
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These lines especially stood out for me:
Searching through the emptiness
Probing the ashes for a prophecy
But the fire is dead, the ashes cold.
Silence hunting for the ghost of kindness
Seeking for a sliver of honesty
But the truth has deserted me.
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Thank you so much Denise, glad you liked those lines I’m especially fond of the ghost of kindness.
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Reblogged this on Made of sticks and stones and commented:
A poem for the darkness
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