Communication 59

Bridges Fall

a place where nothing ever grows,
a shoreline, a moat,
seasoned oak leaf ensembles,
indecisive infancy,
there's so much more for me, waiting outside,
passed the bridge, where the rook calls,
the tiniest of lights flicker within these castle walls,
a moment of clarity, draw bridges fall,

the wars over on the north wind,
I can hear the bullets whistling,
in here I'm fighting to stay alive,
for a peace that wasn't meant to be,
a solemn ghost sleeps inside me,
a place where nothing ever grows,
a dark room, a womb,
the rootless seed that can't be sewn