The Killing Beds

How many ghosts wonder these halls
How many souls lost
Echos of the now
And remembrance of the before
Locked in the fabric
Matted to the core

How many iterations
Of tragic moments flow
How many yous
How many mes
How many us-es
That were or could never be?

Dark turbulences
Caught knotting it all
Swirling to ensnare
Tangled beware
How much hatred
Can one garden grow?
You reap what you sow

Posted: Sunday, April 11th, 2021 @ 11:05 am
Categories: Full Stop., Poems.
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