random verse of poetry

scripted hero foretold
watching hope unfold
pieces of the puzzle
come to find a way
back into the game
without the mess
eschewed beyond hope
recognition left alone
no chance to wipe clean
all that lays bold
the grime
the blood
intestinal flowery strewn
with pictures of love
messages induced fear
paralysis expecting tears
words scrambled to fit
the page written
turning mountain to stone
and rivers to seas
pushed to escape
the boundary of literature
Tolstoy rushing away
chased by Fitzgerald
computed by Hawkins
deciphered in code
hieroglyphs dotting the walls
of new age destroyed
by man's own hubris
vanity he shared
chased by the ghosts
of time immemorial
now creating distant
storms of insanity
words are but mere symbols
for which lies deep inside