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Weaving Down the Depth
Caught in the web
Darkening voices
Descend from walls
Echo out of memory
To the ghost below
Thy hands shiver
Cold as stone
Stuns the growth
Remaining dormant
Nothing captivates
The moss overtakes
Inertia of a voice
Collectively silent
In fear of itself
Holocaust of sensitivity
The serpent within
Fed by the longings
Described in a shrill
The tongue dies
And so to the pen
Thy still shivering hands
Seem willing to give in.
Darkening voices
Descend from walls
Echo out of memory
To the ghost below
Thy hands shiver
Cold as stone
Stuns the growth
Remaining dormant
Nothing captivates
The moss overtakes
Inertia of a voice
Collectively silent
In fear of itself
Holocaust of sensitivity
The serpent within
Fed by the longings
Described in a shrill
The tongue dies
And so to the pen
Thy still shivering hands
Seem willing to give in.
Published 12th May 2017
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