Termination

My silence is flooded

With the streams of pain.

The moment snatches away

The thick volumes

Of remembrance,

I preserved so carefully,

Into the lost kingdom of darkness.

On the shattered wall,

The clock recites the echo of time.

The depth of acquired destiny

Soothes the wounds in silence.

Like a panic spring,

The count coils

For the mysterious

Unanswered journey.

Credit: Cyclamens and Swords, August Issue, 2012