They clung, clutching between heaven and hell,
their souls on a mission to find the truths beyond
life’s border crossings. Digging into each others flesh,
digging deeper, bleeding together, pulsating strength,
afraid to let go.
Beaten down, they often prayed for death,
yet clung to each other like Raven’s feeding all around them,
pecking at their sores, telling them to leave and nay return
Never letting go, veins popping from the needle’s clung there
like leapers they were abandoned, cloaked in sadness and
Bitter tears dropped from their darkened, hollow eyes as they
lay there in their resting place, only two arms extended, finger
tips sliding across the cold, cold ground they found each others
hands and crawled to tighten their grip with every blood vessel
popping in search of finality.
Sadly they moaned, breathing their last, as they both clung helpless,
yet bound for the other side with a final goodbye, but a welcoming
Hello awaiting them from sweet tender voices lost in the sands of time.
Vincent Moore 2015