A poetic soul on an inspiring night,
Guided by the hollow clouds and pale moonlight,
Whispering winds seeping through trees,
That's all the one really ever sees,
But behind all the lies,
There are hidden cries,
That beg to be released,
Like the pain from the growing deceased,
As he finds the way past the gate,
Restless souls hide secretly with hate,
They see tear stains on his skin,
And the blood dripping from his lip to his chin,
They sense a fear within his anger,
Like a hopelessly lost stranger,
He needs to find a shelter,
Anything to protect him from her,
Hiding behind walls bulit from all his pain,
Wondering if he is still sane,
Will he ever find what he's looking for?
Because he deserves that and more.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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very good
One should never stop searching for the life they wish for it will come . Great write here
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L-O-V-E =]
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That's so deep. I love it. ♥
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