Lost illusions

Fold the world into silence.
Mute the lava that runs through our core.
Bubbling into frantic action.
When anger shows.
So many lives, repeated like a failing student.
Brought back time and again, yet never the same.
Lessons drip from these eyelids.
Lies smother the eyes of such hopeful.
Innocence trapped in ice.
Drop these illusions like a weight of the moon.
Flung out into the cosmos, only to orbit your world.
God eclipses such distant.
Love replaces the fear of the known.
Nobody knows what is yet to come.

17/11/201917/11/2019 by Mark Ryan Categories: anger, god, moon, PoetryTags: anger, art, core, cosmos, eclipse, god, hope, ice, lava, lessions, moon, poem, Poetry, solar system, space, study, time, unknown, weight 9 Comments