Monument - The Circle Ends Here

cold, still

corners barely whistle

as air

fades away

in the dimming light

choking each breath.

gates stand tall

throughout the fading hours

awaiting the end

scars glittered in the tints

of a languid iris.

a worn statue among all

adorned with stains of embraces

smothering the arid body

pierced skin

blanketing the festered bones.

A circle of silent lips

around a solitary bed.

the grey finger points

to the memories framed

and as the smile opens

frail eyes slowly close.

and measured faces fall

knees collapse

tied hands loosen

pale clouds extend.

Rain scatters

as bleak winds crumble

fires vanish

and silence overcomes.

a cleft growing between

the marble and the stone

miles of dying anemones

suffocating the ground.

the calm lies in a mattress

in a spaceless room

with an eternity ahead

and a life behind.

the pealing plaster

turns pitch black

as the splitting love

strangles each sinking heart.

shards of moments gone

and the tears gathered for one.