Family Ties

Labyrinths weaving 
twisted twines of
promise spindling
a webs of lies,
And darkness creeps
behind the tides of
murky depths,
This salted brine,
a weightless tomb,
a life declined,
In hidden eyes
of a passerby,
there’s no more
time,
not one more
time,
nor any reason
to call you
mine.  

– B. 

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s