They deceived you through their words,
As they wrote of petals floating in a summer breeze.
They sold you stories of silk and velvet robes,
and earrings for your lobes.
You thought their world was beautiful and clear,
filled with perfect rhymes and sunny days.
But instead you found a graveyard,
Bathed only in the harsh light of a heartless sun.
There were no petals in the darkness,
nor silk, or velvet.
No rhymes to wipe your tears away,
Only silence through the day.
Too late, you ate those lies and rhymes.
You find no comfort in the dreams they sold,
no mattress beneath the sheet.
Tread softly, for you crush the souls and dreams of generations beneath your feet.
YOU ARE READING
Whispers of the Mind
PoetryWords have power. I learnt that from an early age. I love that you can bring people to other worlds and take them for a tour, create a whole universe in peoples minds, or give a special kind of hope and friendship to them. I love to welcome peopl...
