Literary Vegan

God seems silent, sometimes - The distance of white empty skies. I complain when I can't work in silence, No-one sees my crafting. Only the finished poem.  LJ Ireton 

Piano notes play Muted raindrops on windows Percussion to souls 

In solitude I let the kingdom out We carry everything we can’t reach Feelings tumble down my wild hair Held behind the window. My empire rises out of my skin Scratched on paper, the things taken Frustration,  Thoughts at war to win the image Of who I still am. It can not be contained - My spirit haunting the bone walls Shapes of defeat and determination Meet, merge and rise. Soldiers are steel or self-doubt In solitude I let the kingdom out Gold-leaf tear ducts Vision before eyes. LJ Ireton