ART GALLERY

Wandering around this sound proof room,

An eerie current whispers from its enclosed tomb,

Icy fingers touch the back of my neck,

Silken skin with shimmering fleck.

I hear the wailing and gnashing of teeth,

Of all the pain and sadness beneath,

The buckling of knees that fall in defeat,

As loud as the pounding of a heartbeat.

Walls that echo past despair,

Hopes light is flickering there,

Writhing and rolling of tormented minds,

To win the war and leave the battle behind.