When did our world become shrouded in g r e y?
Every day full of broken words and tear-filled eyes,hatred and despair
Every day
(Senseless violence and gunshots, crooked politicians, war, people hurting inside)
(Hollow words and broken promises
(So little is said in many words)
Shattered hearts
That's only the start)
But for every tomorrow
Not all of them bring sorrow
But
Sometimes I feel so h o l l o w inside
YOU ARE READING
a litany of ruminations
Poesía{poetry collection} s c a t t e r e d dreams and drifting thoughts, oh, not everything is what it seems... (not necessarily from my own thoughts)
