PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The true dialect

is haunted and hidden

so the creatures

creating bursts of words

are steadily maddening

in isolation

ideation never known

but secretive

in the ancient artifacts

of the artificial home

and something

of infinite specters 

draws the dawn 

simply to sleep and death

the reality

never entirely grasped

but our fingers

clasp 

and we collapse

into the grave