“Everyone has to scratch on walls somewhere or they go crazy”
― Michael Ondaatje, In the Skin of a Lion
Vestiges of eternal love adorn axioms
of universal truth, edicts from beyond
the realms of human comprehension,
self-professed writers, lovers, and poets,
graffiti-artists haunt this decaying ruin.
The atrophy of their words echoes
in the moss-covered stone:
scars on a self-mutilated body.
Faces Places Paces 
Something there are that doesn’t like a clean wall
That wants it scratched.
But what is Sadio?
It is supposed to be Sadiq. Took me a while to figure out as well. 🙂
Nice capture…nice words…and I love Michael Ondaatje’s words, too….
Glad you liked it. 🙂
Very much.
This is the only time I liked the poem better than the photo on FPP. Very cool. 🙂
Why thank you! 🙂
I’m not very good at analysing poetry, but this is easily one of the best I’ve ever read in my life.
I like the photo as well.
Thank you. It means a lot coming from you. 🙂
Nice post!
I Just wanted to let you know that I nominated you for The Versatile Blogger Award. If you’d like to accept this award then please take it to your blog and pass it on – if this is not your thing then please accept this as a compliment on your blog.
Thanks
-Cowie
OMG! Thank you. Thank you soo much!! 😀