Beyond the walls

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Here on the inside
where the walls isolate
create boundaries our barriers,
twin orbed suns angled downwards
splay shadows, seen unseen
across flaking layers of dust
and jaded paint;

randomly
on the ceilings, unmoving,
graffiti cobwebs
cling.

The place is like a morgue
and I its occupant am not
ready for it.

"All is so quiet..."
a deep deep quietness – lingers;
I never knew that silence
could ache.

I thought walls
were to keep head-hunters out,
hold the elements at bay.
Perhaps they wish to keep me in
watch over me, perhaps….

Over coffee I dreamt
I heard the murmur of angels,
the beating hearts of all
the loves who once slept
beside me,

and I know
outside somewhere
the air is alive with words, whispers
of the night, beautiful eyes
skin on skin.

I never thought
That I could ever bleed again.