WL Schuett

Inside Out

a single lonely Sparrow cries . 

 

He will never be back 

from infinity. 

Apprenticeshipped in the 

Guild Of disaster .

He slid through the mist 

and into the darkness . 

 

The intensity of dreams 

the banditry Of ideals . 

The nut house factory of 

covert conclusions.

Fragments of wisdom . 

Music lost in a time continuum. 

It should have been his 

time to judge the fury of 

the wildflowers in a storm . 

 

Unnerved by silence 

I watched from a house 

without words . 

 

An innocent , cruelly 

struck by fate . 

He was a friend of Dorothys 

and a friend of mine . 

He will never see the Rainbow 

from the inside out . 

 

A sensitive man 

draws eire . 

He was where the the butterflies 

and the Angels came 

to be born . 

He lived from the 

inside out . 

 

Comfort in remorse .

Torment in conscience . 

Regret in waves of 

aching emotions . 

I cry for atonement 

and a salve for my soul . 

 

That mysterious light that 

came from him 

also came from me 

and from everyone 

and everything , 

but I just couldn’t 

see inside out .

Comments4

  • Michael Edwards

    A sad write and a beauty of a painting - both great pieces

  • Goldfinch60

    Beautiful emotive write.

    Such a great artwork as well.

  • FredPeyer

    Love the painting, that view through broken sheetrock.
    The poem is haunting me. There are days where I don't seem to be able to see 'inside out' either. Beautifully written, WL!

  • myself and me

    From a broken heart, I saw dead branches and beautiful blooms.



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