Dead Zone

Image credit: jurgenfir

Image credit: jurgenfir

Here we bleed
Without fluidity
The cuts are deep
But leave no scars
All secrets kept
Beneath this canopy
All dying light
Like ancient stars

Here we touch
With no true intimacy
A kiss is papery
On drying lips
Here our names
Hold no legitimacy
And all ambition
Blindly trips

Here we weep
But there’s no comfort found
And friendship falls
Lost memories
And to this mast
Our feet and hands are bound
Our selfhood lost
By slow degrees

(c) Helen Valentina 2015, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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4 Responses to Dead Zone

  1. This is really beautiful, Helen. šŸ™‚

  2. You have that knack for magical rhythm. šŸ™‚

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