This Granite Stone of Death

THIS GRANITE STONE OF DEATH by gennepher


each way I turn
this blue of you reaching out
and yet, silence
trickles down granite stone,
this melancholy
of thought

walls
rearranging,
walls
always
walls

paintings fading
bewildered the room empties
brown walls
brown ceiling
brown floor

blood red roses
turning black
hanging their heads,
these decaying petals
falling
drop by drop
bleeding dry
this granite stone of death

the blue eyed child
of thought
opens its eyes
slowly
in innocence