Subway Sky

• Artist: Estranger
• Description: I realize that there isn't much of an audience for poetry here, but that's ok. It's still fun to post.
  
  I wrote this while riding on a subway train in Washington DC.
• Date: 03/06/2010
• Tags: subway

The soul descends in silence,
And never turns his head.
But shadows catch to play--
(Desiring to keep)
--The hollow of a neck,
The curve of a cheek.

A thousand heartless flames reflect
Once
In each dark eye,
Barren, cold, and lifeless,
Beneath a concrete lie.

He waits with other strangers,
This current can’t be crossed.
By listless shores they wander:
The destitute, the lost.

Hades’ hateful heart is shriveled old
With bitter tales best left untold.
His markets make the best of time,
When souls are bought and sold.

Comments

[Dark Rose Bella]

BRAVA!!!

[fufufufufu50]

that was pretty good