Lock and key is danglin' down
surrounding the whole town;
voices picking up
filling tears in a cup
The breeze is a gust of emotions
is like a wave on an ocean;
sky growls with rage
as a scene is performing onstage
Doom of cycling with life
as the pain twisted with a knife;
the blood pours deadly
as it fills up a red sea
The rare tree grows tight
fighting its battles each night;
slowing dying with each bark
while the sky becomes a sacred mark
YOU ARE READING
Sounds Peeking Through
RandomPoems for this evening will turn down every road and deep into cracks of darkness of each battle that passes by, and how they end with knowing the knowledge and feelings.
