Shipwrecked

 

Words 
Waiting beneath 
The windows
Wingless
Yet desperate 
To fly
From the ghosts
Which drip through
Through the brickwork 
Out of the 
Shadows 
Into the puddles
Rippling with 
Whispers 
Of life
Opportunity
Hope
Helplessly
Trying 
To quick step
And hot foot
Out of and
Into 
The fading 
Dawn
This place 
Is one 
Of darkness
Of broken dreams
And careless  
Measures 
There is no 
Lift
To raise these 
Restless spirits 
No ladder to the 
Stars
All the shining
Has fallen
From the sky
And disappeared 
Into the heartless pit
Of empty 
Cruelty
Self destructive 
And spectacular 
Is this paradox 
This fallen ship
Lost at sea
In search of
The thing 
It can't find 
Because 
It was never 
There 
In the 
First place 
 

◄ Barefoot

Tiptoe ►

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