I DECIDE

 

Withering on yew tree vines

Left with no voice

Filling the graveyard broken dream mind  

Lost Pre Raphaelite desire

Creates a heartbeat

 

Compelling beauty

In silent splendour

Universal truth, embracing familiarity

Thick Paint lined  

Hands melancholy life

 

Moth lit fires

That spiral and swirl

Hold fire, lingering until nothing transpires 

Nature tolerant

Anticipating Dystopia