Dark Poetry Corner
Ok, it's poetry time again! Would love your input on my latest... Grave Charade This is the Deathly time of life searching for the light digging beneath the grave to see the other side of night This is the time before we're born as we live inside the shadows still tattered and torn, waiting Looking forward to a new day outside this warm retreat when silence spills over into the noise of morbid parades Charading around they all dance in frocks of false hopes trying to fool us once again into feelings of peace and serenity Knowing that one day they'll be free just like we are now With disdainful sighs we measure time to the Death Watch Beetle's song swaying towards the exit when these seconds may become a thousand years. © 2007 Jacqueline Wood ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~