A soft word spoken into
the hollow of tomorrows
aching body of torments.
A kiss to be given in
the shadows of yesterdays
mishaps and endless let
downs.
A part to play in the
voice of the nights
song of grievances that
can be heard among the
angels of picture-less
memories.
A dream to spare in
this life of useless
wants that can only
find their way through
the shadows of graves
and swallowing sands
that help erase your
forgettable needs.
A cry of lost integrity
by the fallen men that
are now nothing more
but beggars on the street.
Left in the dark after
they fought our war only
wanting to find us our
peace.
A fire set to my pen
of missed words that
soon will be forgotten
among this world of
pain and conflictions.
Tear soaked paper of
the worries we live
in today,tomorrow the
sorrows will stray with
the new dawn of just
maybe!Could be!We'll
see!
Real life can sometimes bring out the best or worse in people. Writing/reading can help you understand the difference.
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