Not Even Jesus

August 1, 2009 at 4:35 am (Poetry) (, , , , )

 

Gloomy Church

Broken rosettes with tarnished gilded angels
               are set above gloomy doorways.
The priest’s wordless oaths of eternal days
       lengthen into infinite years beneath gothic arches.
 
The priest sits pale
       against dark wood.
He walks ever so slowly,
       but long ago forgot the way.
He would run if he could remember how.
His voice echoes against the inside of his skull 
     as he screams in silence.
 
Not even Jesus visits here.
 

 

 

 

© 2009 C. Harter Amos
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1 Comment

  1. Paul said,

    That is beautifully gloomy and gothic, Mimi.

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