Stone Statue Alice

Alice something deep
within slowly dies.

Alice so absolutely shattered
perception perceives
silent shaken screams.

But now festering
trace of tragic
malice

in memory
pain haunted
hollow hungry eyes.

Alice coldly coloured grey
vital spark within
suffocates dies.

But Alice
if you dress
with animated energy

life force embracing
this extreme
trauma

will
soul shock
belie.

Alice sighs
such a breath of faith
heart constantly cries
is do or die.

Ripples ripple out
riding rifts
creating love

struck abyss
in retched
forsaken soul.

Sealed not secrets
will not form
putresence

will not
fester
nor destroy.

Lance expunge
putrid
wound.

poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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