The Pattern

Raging hearts swell in the beating
Busting forth where love bursts anew
To fill the emptiness wich hatred left void
Barren rocks and sand deserted of emotion
Skewed
And rust desperately seeking wind to dust
Joints ravaged by the weariness of change
That age had chained upon our palpations
Searing lust from mind to body blind
Shamed
At the loss of pulse which pumped life
Through opened veins revolted at feeling
Preferring dark death over soaring light
Where peace thrives in the souls blues
Sealing
A way out of the grave we dug ourselves
Before time repeats its endless screaming
Looping in on itself in an attempt to stint
The flow of our blood as it pools at our feet
Seeing
Raging hearts swell in the beating
Busting forth where love bursts anew
To fill the emptiness wich hatred left void
Barren rocks and sand deserted of emotion
Skewed
And rust desperately seeking wind to dust
Joints ravaged by the weariness of change
That age had chained upon our palpations
Searing lust from mind to body blind
Shamed
At the loss of pulse which pumped life
Through opened veins revolted at feeling
Preferring dark death over soaring light
Where peace thrives in the souls blues
Sealing
A way out of the grave we dug ourselves
Before time repeats its endless screaming
Looping in on itself in an attempt to stint
The flow of our blood as it pools at our feet
Seeing…

A pattern

By L.R.Thompson Poetry