Forlorn Dissonance

forlorn

———————

Dawn arrives with a dissonant shriek…

Slipping through on

razor wire

to stand forlorn…

and alert…

in a gradually…

darkening…

fog…

The sun has no

place here,

as silent laughter

rings the ears

of the dead…

and dying….

And though all eyes

remain open…

this place only lives on

in the darkened corners….

draped in sickness…

and blackened..

with loneliness…

—————

David L. Whitman 12/19/2012 from the rolling fog

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