In response to this weeks Writing Prompt Challange:
by J. Aurel Guay
Aged and bent through the lens he peers
It moves, it twitches, it disappears,
Desperate it pushes new from old
Through the struggle delicate wings unfold,
‘Eureka I’ve found it!’ he declares his success,
But, his words only echo in the empty recess,
How long has he slaved in this empty tomb?
Which nurtured his theories much like a womb,
What has transpired beyond the wall?
How can his revel on deaf ears fall?
The door he finds locked, there’s no way out,
Desperate he pushes ‘till the door gives out.
A light pierces through, the sun blinds his eyes,
And casts it’s truth on the mausoleums’ lies ,
He sees a new world with mysteries untold,
And deep within him hope delicately unfolds.