Words on paper,paper on desk,is this not the way of things?
But I say to you,splendor has gone,taking with it the feeling it brings
Thoughts in mind,pen in hand
Not empty yet,but completely bland
And the heart awaits the soul's command
And still
Nothing
Another death that's gone ungrieved,
Leaving the passed away unrelieved
It begs in silence for one to care,
To feel,to understand
What it lacked in life it never got,ended by unfeeling hand
Such is the way of the raven,
Who's friends with the lark and the crow
No one cries when a Phoenix dies,
For what happens next,they all know
YOU ARE READING
The Poetry Witch
PoetryA quote is really interesting. It's a stream of consciousness that flows out so naturally for just a moment. It's a wonderful blip. For some,poetry tends to work the same way
