Silent life torn from light
left to suffer in the dark, and endless night.
Sleep, and close your eyes,
in your dreams you tell no lies.
Worlds collide and whisper still,
people die and people kill.
Close your eyes and fly away,
for when you wake, you have to stay.
YOU ARE READING
No Longer Blank Pages
PoetryWords spiral across the page/ channeling the pain and rage/ of a broken, and sad writer/ who pounds the keys of a beaten typewriter./ Tear-stained yellow pages/ fly across the ages/ and the hands of time turn/ never back and always forward./
