A Beggar’s Banquet

I wander through empty halls
Vacant rooms and blank walls
Hollow mirrors crack and broken
A pocket full of words not spoken

And mindless creatures shadow dance
To the gap of the expanse
Clinging tight while this time lingers
Chasing hope with sticky fingers

Mnemonic lists are nought but dust
A lost imprint on life’s canvass
A beggar’s banquet, an empty table
A payment from your threadbare cradle

So here I am the hollow man
A baneful angel, never outran
Here to gather your last breath
My reach is long, my name is death.

Copyright© RMC Feb2018

 

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