Poem -
SOMEONES AT THE DOOR
knock knock and the stars fall
Flowers leaning forward
listening to the faintest expected step
wandering shuffling against
 limping forged rain
quiet as a baby screams
birth thrashed by realities
crucifix framed on scorched sin
Waiting rooms sit cross-legged
beneath some wallpaper dripping blood
patterns smooth and frosty crisp
brass churchyards
eaten by tolling truths
hired orchestras demented graphic
Tight in stretch
his bones hard held
aged earth
the hairless moon
plastic electronic
button up womb
creators existence robotic
romantic cursing creasing line
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Comments
Powerful poetry once again! I'm enjoying reading your work in a unique style of blending analogies and flowing lines. FantasticÂ