THE WAILING WALL

Embrace the night, to you an endless maze

And the sorrows of your soul, that darkened firmament

Even if the roses are but thorns

The venom will purge those lonely vaulted ruins

Within your bosom, stripped bare in suffering

Of those words which lance the beauty of your heart

Lie heavy incantations of vile delirium

Whose only bridle is that canopy of illusions

You are the withered rose which dies, so depraved

In the silt of a time filled with torment

And which may only breathe anew when overtaken

By the senseless erosion of those void, unspoken things

And you walk that line, in darkness, wan with malady

That soporific fool who stands shamelessly aloft

On the slender cord of shifting imprisonment

Which leaves your soul in torment, beneath a wicked avalanche

And you, mirror to the past, extending its beggar's cloak

Into this fetid abyss of a life of humiliation

That your flesh rightly spewed forth

That your heavy blood tears might be forgotten

And the fool in your mind hurls forth his suffering

In bitter desolation which time has poured out

At the Wailing Wall voided by hatred

Of those that gave your flesh and your mixed blood

Copyright@fabienne fleury