Bold Mold
Location
lost amid all the chaos
amid the destruction within the broken hills
terrified of the withering sobs beneath the dead in the mountains of fear
drowning the voices that call
and bearing no welcome to freedom promised long ago.
there is no place to walk , only scream.
For the ground is deep with pain and melted snowflakes,
Yearning of clarity from the mountains,
to set free
lost amoung so many names
with no way to escape from within themselves.
never quiet enough to hear the sound of the violent heartbeat that sturdies the long breathes.
the light skips the mind takes to find a song
notes and chord strummed to express
the rhythm within the soul of yesterday and tomorrow.