Remedy

The haunted mausoleum

Where prayers are numb

That's exactly what it reminds me of...

The damp dark-lit place

We traipse to every Wednesday night

Hobos and seekers alike

Grimace through the halls

This time

Tie dye clown colors

Splattered and wearing nary  a sheepish grin

Rather a desolate heart-sick cry

I drop her there

To share the secrets

Of a thousand walls

Where a thousand lives went before

If you listen carefully

You hear the voices

And see the doe eyes

Of wanton bodies

Shrieking before

Yearning for someone to give them a glance

Just a chance

As they continue to grapple with their world

Lips locked in secret silent solitude.