Entombed

trapped with a salvaged map,

trucking through catacombs

lit white as bone

with flames

that maimed bloodlines

sacred rhymes

made claim

as the only holy domain

he walks over

floors worn scorned

walls caked, torn

and bubbled as the ceiling

crumbles rubble

 

pacing down rumbling tunnels

paranoid

the thunder of stampeding

those roaming freely

 

the fools

with undoubtedly wicked

tools, with spools

of delusions, confusions

prayers impaired

of the ruthless

the others

deserted

by his ruling Spirit

 

-B. Brown

 

(image by Jillian Locke)

 

2 thoughts on “Entombed

    1. Thank you so much for taking notice! I’ve been practicing with spoken word, trying to get to a point where I can perform

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