Coagulated Thought

A half-pale face stares from the sky
as if embedded in a twisted wound
Scraped, broken and yet hidden
by toxic scars and ripples of ruin
It is beauty and filth, all the same
An entity with the knowledge of the past
It is soul-filling and soul dead
Pulling and dragging an ebb and flow
offering an alternative light
a different view
to the obscenities of years
played out below
It still cannot answer
the shameful questions of time
through all it has seen
there is no power in loss
and pain and hatred
The waste of honour and glory
played out time and again
Always the last push
The one to end it all
A cleansing of vanity
A purpose for those long dead
No fear of the physical pain
Just the torment of futility
and an absent meaning.
A half turn within the wound
is an illusion... only light
Upon sight of irritated flesh seeping
The serous fluid drips coagulated
upon the horrified earth below
perpetuating the bleeding thoughts of
war.



~ Leccie 2009 aka Charlotte Sometimes(SWRB)