The town is in flames
I search for life on the streets
But I see the dead.
That there was once peace
Days of happy harvests
Is hard to believe
I move a bit further
The ground trembles and shakes
Dust coats the air
Its the explosion
I see a little boy with stone cold eyes
That ever the blue eyes gleamed with joy
On days of warm sunshine
Is hard to believe
I saw the terror
Heard the cries
Felt the pain
That they once laughed with glee on
On days of family dinner
Is hard to believe
And in some distant place
I heard them talk of it
In the nonchalance coated speech
A million heartless people I could see
A million fake concerne for peace
That they believe the child can ever live a normal life
That empty promises could make its nightmare go away
Is hard to believe.
But everything is forgotten in this world
A disturbing picture of those at war, a distant memory the next day
But I watch and I never forget
I watch the helpless groan
I am over a ten thousand years old
I am the wandering soul
(A/N : This is my first time writing anything on wattpad, please comment and let me know if its missing anything)
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The Whimsical Town
PoetryPoems about being alone and lost and still loving it, about the city that engulfs us in its sounds. Basically, articles and poems about wars, or just plainly, nature and the several ways it inspires me and the melancholic gleam in each of its aspect...
