Poem

A Wall’s Silent Tears

I am that wall
made of memory-sands
guarding your graveyard’s
hope-abandoned land

where time etches
its essence
in cracks and crevices.
life-bites
appearing on
broken-brick edges

unwritten poems
and unconfessed wishes
blush
all across
my waning frame

as plaster-pain
sings lullabies
under neon rain

yet
on nights
when the naked moon
hangs herself
bleeding black-burnt love
infront of an audience
of silently stalking stars

I can’t refrain
from staring
into her eyes

asking

 

why

– TheMadLad