Magenta
June 26th, 2011, 07:36 PM
A single drop of red
dots the clean canvas space
with hardship and lies,
loneliness and dread.
The blade is now too dull
to pierce the pain felt
and release is too far away
for the hurt to be annulled.
Where do the souls go
when they leave their lives?
Do they dance in the glitter
of the winter's falling snow?
Maybe one day, that red
will spot the pathway
to the angels and saints
among the relieved dead.
dots the clean canvas space
with hardship and lies,
loneliness and dread.
The blade is now too dull
to pierce the pain felt
and release is too far away
for the hurt to be annulled.
Where do the souls go
when they leave their lives?
Do they dance in the glitter
of the winter's falling snow?
Maybe one day, that red
will spot the pathway
to the angels and saints
among the relieved dead.