There’s no resolution
There’s no question being asked
The best way to find the answer is to run far away
And look deep inside
Where the answers always are
Where the beaded drops of life
Still linger in their solitude
Preserving what little is left
Of a heart.
All is not yet lost
Something lives,
Breathes,
Within the heaving chest of the beast
Where is shall not be forgotten
Or cast aside
For greater things are growing
In the garden of the soul
And watchers look on
In the deep of the night
Ferrying tales of woe
And disaster.
Author notes
I dunno. its another set of random thoughts. I've been moody recently what can I say?
If you figure out what it means let me know
Comments
-
First off.. I gotta say I love your name. A quite random character to choose I must say! As far as the poem goes, it's wasn't bad though it didn't have much depth. So... I could tell that it was pretty random.
Adding your comment:
