Theme: Life

Anonymously

You want to cover
the great distance,
between you and lost innocence.

The imploded silence
will speak of
great murders.

I was going down-
the stairs,
to dig out the skeletons-

from the latched, oak
chest. The empty drawers
had the imprints of fallen ancestors.

Soon the eyes will
swell, with salt of
a frozen sea.
 

12-Sep-2013

More By  :  Satish Verma

Views: 1367     Comments: 1

Comments on this Poem

Comment What a life...! Keep it up.

Abigail
22-Sep-2013 18:16 PM


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