Scrawl on the Wall
Bonus Poem for Day 154 – 20150603
Scrawl on the wall, tears in my eyes,
a pleading note for her to see
poured from the heart, pen to the stone.
Plain to the many passersby
words bled, invisible to her.
We had the world in the high clouds,
before the cracks began to form
Small at first as the words were cast,
bigger as the accusations flew,
until the world ceased to be.
I fell as the angel cast from high,
sin stained as fabled Lucifer,
to the earth here at this low place.
No fiery hell awaited me there,
only distance from the one held dear.
With my blood as ink to beg you,
written on stones cold to the touch,
walls like those that surround your heart.
I scratch the surface in futility,
for forgiveness I'll never see.
I've invoked these words to a world,
"I was wrong and now I'm alone,
Ashley please forgive this lost soul".
I am pitied by those with lives,
casting words invisible to her.
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