Beyond the Grave

Beyond the grave

often
we obscure our words
for fear
of truths
only they hold

unable to bear
the letters
staring back
so stark and cold

still
we must express
our feelings
lest we tend
our spirit’s death

ink
like blood
begins congealing
with every
unspoken breath

none would choose
to bear such burden
from an ivory tower
of pain

shattered tears
shall heed no warden
each and every
one the same

so it is
through words
thus written
pittances
of what pervades

dormant tales
awaiting
to be spoken
from beyond
the grave

Author: Max Meunier

Feminist. Ailurophile. Musician. Poet. Human.

8 thoughts on “Beyond the Grave”

  1. This is excellent Max. I loved the picture also it goes well and is hanging in my living room nodding as we speak (just a print obviously or I’d have a bloody big living room, ha ha ha!) you write very deeply and I always take away a lot from your thoughts (this is a very good thing) brava my friend!

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  2. often
    we obscure our words
    for fear
    of truths
    only they hold
    So true, but the same obscurity that keeps us from feeling naked before the reader also distorts our voice. It’s a fine line. 🙂 Well done, Max.

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