Nomad Writer

Festering wounds

Wrought within

These broken words

Emotions raw and rotted

Filled with squirming clusters

Of hungry maggots

Devouring the remains

Of a silenced voice

While the winds billow

Drenched in the sillage

Of decay

And the clouds hang low

Heaving with grief 

For the dying sounds of hope

Shattered on the rocks

Violently thrashed 

By the screaming tide