The Silent Reaches

A poem for the darkness

Made of sticks and stones

photo credit: h.koppdelaney House of Shadows via photopin(license)

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.

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