April 20, 2011


 Dying is love
sighing softly.
call to me, begging answers.
she hurts with weeping;
screams into spinning silence.
vain in  hopes, she stilled all tongues.
cries cast down the empty corridors
return none
none return
corridors empty the downcast cries
tongues all stilled, she hopes in vain.
silence spinning into screams
weeping with hurts, she
answers, begging me to call.
softly sighing,
love is dying.


kourtney said...

This is hauntingly beautiful!


Mark Zellner said...

Thank you!

Anonymous said...

beautifully crafted piece, wonderful form.