I Write Words

Abandon this dream.
The Bride shall never see the light.
Trapped in blurs of motion,
Sound,
Fury,
And sirens calling in the night.

Seas created in the wake
Of what was and now can never be.
Little steps haunt this headspace.
An echo.
A prayer,
A tragedy.

Lusty groom,
Know your sins
Summarized in words wrote before.
Atone with tears,
With flesh and mind.
Two things now one always will abhor.

In the midst of winter
A silent road turns red.
It flashes amber
And goes dark.
Snow covers an empty nursery.
What was joy is now dead.

BxB