THEIR SLEIGHING HYMNALS
The corridors were darkened
with the demure of shadowy thoughts.
They rose as if they were life forces
breathing into the vacancy of air.
But they were merely mast deceptions
of soul starved messages; Hailing to their souls
the songs of pendulous grief…
Covering the lifeless balms of concrete chills
with requiem’s promise: A mahogany morgue
of bathing terminals is full of irrepressible beliefs…
Aligning emotionally in dirking rows for the mortally deceased,
while they needed to plunge into bated waters near remerging regret;
Fused with crippling questions in the dark of their private disease
the crowd grew wearily as haggard truths approached the pillared exit…
A steeple to their fear
stopped them in their tracks…(with mourners tears)
as they looked upon the anguish of death faces
with mental imprisonments.
The fortressing gallows gave recumbent light
cloaking camouflaged discretions
into the liberation of freedom
walking past the bodies of sorrow’s threnody…
Gazing upon the porcelain lain basins
as the water turns distilling warmth into coldness,
and the bodies of unjustifiable life voices scream
echoic sorrows…down the lament halls;
I stood alone beneath the witchery
of shelter’s unknown necromancy
as their sleighing hymnals rang ominous death knells
into my soul…
DARK POETRY OCTOBER
© by: Poetry Authoress: Vickie L. McColley ©
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