Running in pace with Ghost runaway train

Running in pace with Ghost runaway train

10 March 2016

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The memories of you falling like dark rain

Illusion of white light between its strands

Lost hope’s perfusion as clamour the hands

The chest distorted staccato of pain

 

Motionless like dream’s running I remain

Grouped atoms in me form nerve that disbands

Particles of sorrow in sunken sands

Running in pace with Ghost runaway train

 

I scattered your blood acquired in globes

From depths of the Lake where you swam alone

Brought me mock pearls to decorate earlobes

 

They say sirens with them their chests adorn

Their tongues a mist, their hands a sailor’s probes

Their hearts like Lilith forever turned stone

 

Reading of the poem: 

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