I miss when Ignorance wasn't bliss
When the smoke just cleared then the air was crisp
I miss when ignorance always ignored
When throught the bad times I just snored
Now wonders of whispers will keep me awake
Pondering death to keep or is my soul to take
Waiting to live for others to die or maybe they'll just break
Just wanting my brain to be as it should've been
When knowing wasn't a constant fight for peace
When every shatter was small to say the least
When silence didn't suspend the eye of the storm
And around every bend it wasn't waiting for more
Having a life and nothing to do with it
Having a song with no music the song just sits
But really the song should stand and dance
And love cause life lives on but not in legend and always in chance
And never for eternity
Life is lonely as there is only one
Not two or three, never four or more
Never living for a time when you just don't know what's next
What's next?
What now?
Who knows?
YOU ARE READING
The Weeping Woods
PoetryAgony in the form of stanzas, words in the form of little silent cries. I made the cover but I don't own any of the pictures. !There's also quite a bit of explicit language!
