The sweet silver swallow
flys for tomorrow .
Trying to leave all
It's sorrow
behind.
For it soars
towards the sun's
scintillating
Gates that holds
that stream of
future's hopes.
And all
Past's unaccomplished
Completely demolished
Dreams.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry by Hayden McCain
PoesiaMy poetry that I wrote while in pain with my headaches because of hydrocephalus and my shunt keep failing me . The videos are my inspirations for my poems.
