washed away

October 4, 2008

bitter memories
better horizons
in the mind’s unrealized truth
anger rising from the midst of lies
dishonest mysteries stay silent

opening hearts to sights unseen
by eyes closed to the misery
of a world filled in fearful fates
bodies of casualties litter the path
ancient flies filled with malice
suck at the remaining misery
of the wallowing undead

bitter memories
anger flows and burns
from the disingenuous souls
of the wandering masses

bitter memories
spat into the abyss
spat into the timeless void
washed away by choice
washed away by holy blood
washed away for all time
washed away

Type: Poetry

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