immortality

Hands placed, palms open
Pushing out, pulling apart by force
Strangled cries break the lull
Screaming
Can You hear them screaming?

Your grace and strength
How sweet the sound
Those chords don't play here anymore
My ears ache, they bleed
All that is left is a faint and dismal ring

My eyes are burning
Crimson fiery coals
My feet are heavy
Dense and burdened bricks
How can I reach them
From high on this tower?

I strain
I stretch for You
But my vision blurs
My legs grow weary under the weight
How can I see You
With eyes cast downward?

They bend and break
Their figures shrink into obscurity
The higher I climb
How long 'til I fall?
Like the proverbial King Kong
Swerving and swaying
Caught in the crossfire

Molly Woodford