SILVER LATCH

i fastened a silver latch onto my decorated casket
gently taking the last flower-scented breath
Resting my fear within my wicker head-basket
Baby dreams– won’t just yet
say forget my baby breath
My heart, with trembling care swings open the
awful door to hell, oh! It’s all within my head
all within my ears, this flower-scented breath
A soul so like a shopping basket buying things to
fill a void of ‘forever’ so gently moving finger
off a six foot deep hotel
i dug myself out like a thief
i run toward the turned backs
of all those i loved
…the heart without a soul
the mark of rough life
with a silver latch held
in my hand and a terrible tempest
mashing all the air!

:: 09-13-2015 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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