Camelot

Camelot

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Lovely Walls



Staring into the whites
Of blank walls
Overwhelmed by the emptiness
Of it all

No art or culture
Does it grace
Just an empty
Never ending space

My nails cut
Into my hand
Blood dripping
As I ran

In the wheel
Of todays
No turning back
To yesterdays

I leapt into space
The blank wall
With no face

Blood dripping
From shallow wounds
I hit that void
A raging monsoon

Blood splattered
A blazing red
Those lovely walls
Can now be read

Copyright © Allene Angelica 2015