Terror fills the brightest soul
and hope falls away.
Love is no longer a kindness
but is necessary to live
It is then that no one wants to give
Hypocrites preach and good souls
fear to teach.
As the dark swallows the light
almost everyone cries with fright
But the saddest souls open their eyes
They come out from the ground,
and destroy their living graves.
Others look at them in wonder,
but the broken have always been brave
They have to be to stay alive
They open their eyes
for the last time.
For them the world has not changed,
it has always been this way.
YOU ARE READING
No Longer Blank Pages
PoesiaWords 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./
