Subtlety

Crushing like the wave upon the rock

In the tempest of a raging storm.

The shades and hues fall grey and dense,

As loss beats down upon that tiny broken frame.

It hangs here, sweetly sick as rotten flesh;

That stink that permeates every color

In the pale of a broken soul.

Heavy laden limbs climb blind stairs

Into the cask of death and

Slumber like a giant upon the rancid earth.

There is nothing here in this shattered world.

Nothing in the mind that burns

Like the hatred that flares and roils within.

Doubt creeps under and claims her dim reward,

And tomorrow winds - another day useless.