Page after page, drawn image
shadows cast a lowly visage
Never the two shall meet,
though desire craves to greet
Sharing tids, of bits, of pieces,
a puzzle begins to reason
The constant pounding as a boy,
beating drum, at deaths door
A shell covers his true form,
hiding from a raging storm
Clouds cower down darken,
blackbird sings to harken
His journal bled in a black red,
thoughts exploding in his head
Page after page the final image,
a moment frozen, captured in a message
These are the words that end a picture story. Created in the darkest colours, a black red only. Greys lightly caress, day’s that are blessed. Etched across a face, forever depressed. Lines that break tips, furiously scratching. Tearing the pages, fibres screaming. A secret held from roving eyes. Reveals a truth from constant lies. The joy of being lonely is a disease. It pains, it buckles the strongest knees. Repeats, reciting a prayer. The courage to stand square. Eye to eye in fear, bound us both. Pledged a loves never ending oath. Once felt, deep from the heart. Until death do us part. Dust to dust, time, ends, just.
Ax
fine
2022
Thoughts...exploding in my head 