
Random prose seething out
Wrapped safely in arms of stone
No barrier to fight
Duress of time as it atones
Floodgates of seems will burst
My heart will flow
Through tears of helplessness
Pitying what I do not know
Anguished messages
Gnawing at my soul
Seek solace
White lies form from coal
Watching birds guide escape
through rain
No sun shines on caverns
Tunnels dug to feign
Shelter from the numbness
Masking pain
Hidden in a darkened fortress
Awakened to endure the force
Of raging stubbornness
In the face of storms
Hung out to dry
Shattered along the course
Plans woven by hopeful threads
Flail tattered on the line
Of fantasy’s dread
©Erika K Rothwell