grim dungeons

mannequins of a ghost town
wait forever for forever
with layers of swadded hopes
cocooning dying skin
they ask not why must they wait
instead ask why must they not
they wait they wait they wait
as they who must answer
play at life in the courtyard of hope
with form and budding uniform
and a transparent currency exchanger
i’m yet another bringer
of the silence
everyone hates, has
yet hopes for


6 Responses

  1. wonderful writing MM…I especially loved this line:
    “play at life in the courtyard of hope”

    ~MM – Thanks Gypsy Heart! Love n peace to you…

  2. Great work… I hate waiting…

    ~MM – Me too πŸ™‚ … Thanks Disturbed Stranger!

  3. Those are wonderfully written ghosts, halfformed in the repetition and looking at the living,

    ~MM – Thanks Paul, I will refrain yet again from asking what is “living” πŸ™‚ … Its good to see you here…

  4. wow…i am wondering what inspired this.

    ~MM – Welcome to my blog Meander :)! Actually, by Sex and the City, the movie… There, now I am revealed 😦

  5. oxymoron – swadded hope ! Grim dungeons somehow makes me feel suffocated and nauseous…”bringers” hell ya !!!!
    make me NOT wait… RUN !

    Good one πŸ™‚ loved it :)) ~ PM

    ~MM – Thanks PM … hell yea πŸ™‚

  6. Silence can be a dungeon, which has its own key to freedom. Well done!

    ~MM – Yes, I believe that of everything else too, the key is always attached, yet we miss it somehow 😦 … Thanks Tomachfive!!

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