SILENCE

It is not empty, this silence.

Our shadowy, unwholesome offspring
inhabit it.

A new reality rips through your
deception, so intricately woven.

Ragged ribbons of my hopes 
litter its floors.

Spirits of thoughts stifled darken its 
cold recesses.

Fragments of your smokescreen
float in its dead air. Look, how 
my tears, turned to mist, 
deface its feeble remnants.

Cacophony of discordant hearts 
that once beat in perfect harmony,

Visceral cries of words as we clip 
their wings ere they could fly, 

Stench of the putrescent albatross 
around your neck,

Forlorn wails of dreams discarded
crashing against our indifference, 

Echoes of past untruths jeering 
at your pretenses,

Keening of emotions straining to 
be free of our hearts’ prison,

Triumph of our demons reclaiming
their domain, 

Death throes of a love that once 
imbued this space.

© 2014 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

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