Encroaching on our sacred bounds
The children are crying and screaming mutely
The dead dreams of day are seeping through
Cracks in the walls
Fragments are shattered and finding divinity
The convenient loss of history
The meeting of the hermits in a cave
Searching for reflection’s kindness
The sentidels closing in
Swooping on your final meal
The façade is fading
Tell Corey what you thought of this poem.
