Fault lines
Words of blame
Deep within this
Rocky foundation remain
A product of
It's natural design
An inevitable fission
Is a matter of time
Beyond Hatfields and McCoys
This silent friction
An unending mile
Away from joy sublime
The pressure lies
So deep beyond sight
Some may maintain
That all is alright
These are the unenlightened
Unaware of it pushing tight
A singular slip
And the light of day gives way
To the earth that swallows the night
YOU ARE READING
Disintegration of the Muse
PoetryTrying to show my more serious side I suppose. I've written many poems over the years, thought it would be fun to share.
