Words written on a TV Screen
Words read by you and me
A world apart but never been closer
A disaster, shared trama
An emotional roller coaster
But nothing really happened that way
Nothing is gonna come of those days
Men had to put aside their
feelings of love, Feelings of shame
That is the part that grows inside with disdain
I know now nothing will be the same
I lay and awake to sounds of past
Wishing those ear plugs would've stayed cast
To the inside off my ear, to block out the babies in tears
But at last, those are just that
Sounds of the past
For there are no crying babies here
No gunshots, no extremists looking for violence here
Just a cold room, in a land of heat
Oh what I'd do to just hit repeat
And go back in time
To stop others from bleeding
If I could maybe they'd still be breathing
But alas only my heart is to be left beating
Words written on a TV Screen
13 boys coming home
To lie in fields of green
13 names read by you and me
YOU ARE READING
Into the Wood
PoetryA book of Poems, nonsense, and incoherent ramblings of a man trapped in his own mind.
