Murdered Drowned Echoes
The men of black pain turn
in the uncomfortable earth,
as hints from our minds store
breathe in the unforgotten [and unforgiving] dirt,
and find no embrace amongst the shadows,
Twisting figures leave their tears in the water
where dragonflies whisper,
just small waves,
just small ripples
harmonies than vanish in the mass of water
murdered
drowned echoes
I really like that. P.S How did you do the pic?
That’s very realistic. The scariness comes over very strongly.
…[a}s hints from our minds store
breathe in the unforgotten [and unforgiving] dirt,
and find no embrace amongst the shadows,
So many hints from the mental store of pain forever creep in and haunt us. The very air breathed ekes of a painful childhood lost in its vapours.