old room

All in the hollow room,
There lived a hollow man
Curetted by his love
Laid bare upon the slab
Of innocence gone wrong
A million years ago.
Darkness ‘round him screams
A gentle barren kiss
In wakefulness of dreams
The hallelujah sings,
Angels gently weep
Finale, not for him.
Is love then always blind?
Does life not count the cost,
Forging chains of hurt
Slicing into souls?
Extinguish love’s brief flame
Man’s requiem is done.

About suzanawylie

Suzana Wylie is the not-very-pseudo pseudonym of Susan Wylie Wilson, because let's face it, there are lots of Susan Wilsons around, and as an author, I want readers to find ME and not the bazillions of others. I've been writing all my life - since I learned to hold a pencil anyway - and can't NOT write. Other people have to breathe to live; I have to write.
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