take a breath in
and try to hold it dear
while my conscience sleeps
and angels crack the mirror
breathing in while darkness creeps
and lustful truths appear
where ravaged rivers run dry
and artistic prophets rape fear
ancient whispers haunt
this dilapidated barn
music from a thousand souls
harmonize a desolate alarm
breathe in the night air
to where a lonely martyr cries
where the magician disappears
and the angry poet lies
take a breath of uncertainty
in the shadowlands of sleep
stirring a wasteland of images
as a thousand angels weep
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Author:
WL (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is my painting of a dilapidated barn where truly ancient voices whisper
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Comments7
Wow wow wow! Awesome verses, and I want that painting! Looks like home to me.
Thanks Heather T I love the wow wow s this is one of my favorite paintings
Love the painting, enjoy the writing. Beautiful.
Thank you
Amazing poetry! if only there was a way to save them, to remember them on here, sort of like a library.
If you hit the little star under the title it will save to your own little library, and thank you very much
Thank-you, I'm new and have no clue how parts of this website work.
Your writing is as amazing as your painting.
Thank you very much
I love your painting and same as your writing. Really awesome. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you Malu I enjoyed writing this poem ....
Good write and love the music scenario.
The painting is wonderful, I am not surprised that it is one of your favourites, it would be one of mine as well.
Thank you very much
Just found it and have to agree it is a great combination. Just love your poetry as much as the painting
Thank you Michael I am exploring your work today
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