city of the dead

Who fears
a dark void,
shakes the coverings
standing naked?

A naked mind
my peering eyes
scan sins that lie still
beneath buried time.

Bury what rattles
bones sacred silence,
accounting mistakes
I say speak.

Speak words
heal broken
shattered shards
of self. Speak.

(Have a great day. I am off to do homework on substance abuse and effective counseling for those who suffer, but first I think I will brew an Irish Coffee. Stay warm this chilly October time, of waste not, want not. Peace J 😎🍻)

Poetry

3 Comments Leave a comment

Leave a Reply

%d bloggers like this: