No Exit

I rewrote thi, hoping that it'd be better. Well let's leave that up for those who read to decide if it's worthy. Enjoy the sullen write.

There, the rifts in the walls,
Sits a shelf
Collecting dolls.

The tale tracking dust,
Sits a splintered mist
For feathered souls, who only lust.

Swiftly, hung adrift,
Their tethered legs
Epitome of purgatory begs.

Examines offense,
Their taughting eyes
While no time flies.

How many more;
One year, two years
Such sins can awaken hidden fears.

It is wished upon,
While frozen in time
For the embodiments did nothing, but commit a crime.

The tale tracking dust,
Sits a splintered mist
For feather souls, who only lusts.

There, the rifts in the walls,
Sits a shelf
Collecting dolls.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem. You were building situation and events with your words and asking questions. I wanted to know more. You create thoughts and visions in the good description used. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[SZHZIA]

Well written
I love the following lines,
"It is wished upon,
While frozen in time
For the embodiments did nothing, but commit a crime.

The tale tracking dust,
Sits a splintered mist
For feather souls, who only lusts."

Thanks for sharing

Best

Szhzia

[mournful bear]

GREAT! bring those thinking out of no where moments which travel on to take you where it chooses, GREAT penning!!

[HeyJadeXO]

I like the concept this brought to my mind.

[Natehy]

Thank you Jade :)

[Poetic Beauty]

There are some really great lines but my brain isn't getting the concept/idea of this poem. It's a me issue.

[Natehy]

I meant to make it harder for people to understand. If you connect the lines I'm sure you'll come up with an idea. If it's still not coming to you, I'd be happy to answer questions?