The Grumbling Gargoyle: 2017

Thursday, 26 October 2017

Love

Born not of Heaven

But of Hell

For surely

Only the Devil himself

Could so cruelly appoint

That which would tear us apart

Where monsters fail

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Tick-Tock

Onward goes

Our Death-day clock

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

A day spent

In another's shoes

May expose a weary trail

Spend but a moment

In their head

To truly witness pain.

© Copyright Lynn Gerrard

As for the children

There was a deadness

In their eyes

And a darkness

In their souls

For they

Had been burdened

With the sins of

Their forefathers

And would be

Forever blighted.

A heart so fragile

Made of glass

Holding teardrops

From the past