The screaming in the night.
Terror.
The absence of the light.
Horror.
The hope of a new,
Though only few,
Believe.
The tears at the heart,
A death, the worst new start.
A fall at every hour,
The fight for power.
A new day some say.
But only few,
Believe.
The hate in her words.
Their prayers to the Lord.
But only few,
Believe.
But they will all end up like me and you.
Laying in the ground.
A coffin.
Where no one can hear your sound.
Buried alive with,
no hope to survive.
As I said,
The few who believe,
shall fall.
Those who die with never leave.
But. Though the ones who believed will die.
The have a new chance at life.
Always. Believe.
With love,
A. C. Claire
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Ethereal Illusions // Poetry Book
PoetryHighest Rank: #41 (March 6, 2017) Ethereal, It means delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world. Illusions, It means wrongly perceived or interpreted by the senses. • I am just trying to find a place in the world, but...
