A shattered web,
splintered pieces
scattered across a barren space.
The silence of the night ruptured,
encroached upon by unwelcome sounds
brought by uninvited guests.
The idyllic space tarnished,
no more the beauty it once was;
Now and forever stained by the nights events.
The pattering of feet and crunching of grass.
The raising of voices, exchanging of unforgivable and unforgettable words.
The clanking of objects and slamming of doors.
The stillness of nature.
The slowing of time.
The shot of gun.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts from my brain
PoetryIt's poetic, in a way. This is a mixture of poems and short passages. I'm writing these for myself, I guess, as a way to collect my thought, but I hope you enjoy the little pieces of me you read.
