The cold sun rises against a broken sky
Clearing the world of night's many wonders
Silence rides the air like one great sigh
Echoing the woes one suffers
Even the warming rays cannot break the chill
Left behind like a lingering stench
Mirrored in the dull reflection of broken will
The image of a thirst one cannot quench
Leaden foosteps mar the golden hush
Shattering the glassy brilliance of the magic hour
Dimininshing the sheen of a morning so lush
Filling it with a mood so sour
Within the growing shadows darkness creeps
Retaining the whispers of a night passed
And all the while the world gently sleeps
Not a care or fear that it may be their last
The globe turns slowly
Not waiting for those who need more time
The shadows lurk coldly
Breeding murk, filth and grime
Within this stillness
The darkness waits for prey
It is within this fake richness
That hides the shadow of the day
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Randoms
PoésieA collection of poems and short stories that don't belong anywhere else. These are my random ideas and feelings, all thrown together.
