Do you know the sounds
The creaks–the moans
Of doors on hinges bent to break
Do you know the nights
The weeks–the months
Of barricading my mistakes
A moon has risen but from spite
These apparitions–they assail
Our weakened walls, exposed to night
As lanterns fail
Then come the wolves against my heart
We cower, peering out the cracks
When all the seams are torn apart
With broken backs
Do you know the feel
Of roughened grain
Against the flesh of sweaty palms
Do you know the dreams
Of the insane
Once driven out of town in arms
A sun will rise against the east
To burn its trail above our heads
And with its destination reached
We will be dead
To feed the wolves against my heart
With scraps and portions we have left
A fragile remnant of this art
That we did best
I know it well…
Thank you, lady blue!
Haunting and so real for many or at least for me. Well said.
We all share such commonalities. It is both comforting and saddening at the same time. Thank you for relating!
OH! How wonderful to have you back! Your poetry is so pure!
Thank you kindly, Willow! You assess me generously 🙂
I assess you truthfully! 😉
This poem captivated me from the first line to the last, great work VW.
Thank you, Nikki! 🙂
Happy to see a new one from you, VW. And as always, this is well-crafted writing that comes from a deep, heartfelt spot. Feeling empathy, for sure! (I’ve been feeling writer’s block again, but your poetry inspires me.)
I am glad to be an source, if somewhat inconsistently, of inspiration for a talent such as yours. Thank you!
I love the paintings, and the words are truly captivating and inspiring…
You are ever so kind, my friend 🙂
It kept me surprising with the lines .. Quintessential it is 🙂
What a lovely compliment! I’m humbled 🙂
This is powerfully good.
Thank you, my friend!
A wellspring here then: optimism and pessimism; an uneasy truce.
Thank you for sharing these kernels of brilliance!