Locked In Vacant

Drawn by lead
On canvas fleeting
Love but far
And distant meeting
Through the earth
And over seeing
Fleeing truths
Of humans being

Destined dark
And drown through bottle
Grapes of death
And fears lay hollow
Hopes lay drunk
And stumble nameless
On the page
Both proud and shameless

Bruises fade
The healthy casting
Of full skin
And beauty masking
Honest faith
And full endeavour
Of one soul
To be forever

Be today
To be in passing
Nothing changed
While sternly grasping
Strong and held
To weakness glowing
Pawned to hell
To reap their sewing

Day by day
Seems years in living
Hair now grey
And none forgiving
Fared to stay
Amongst the vices
Ne’er to play
For hefty prices

So it goes
And never lessens
Painful shows
Of unlearned lessons
Past is stalled
In present dreaming
Nothing more
Than present screaming

Yet none hear
The call of hatred
Deafened ears
Befall it’s sacred
Freshened tears
Of misplaced patron
To its fears
It’s own space...
Vacant

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