Stones, some as big as your fist,
others as small as a rooster's foot.
Some came in colours of faded blue glass
others came in dead mans gray.
They scattered the floor of the town square
that was lined with little businesses
and antique shops, of residents homes,
of the poorly lit, littered covered alleys
that only the people that were bored
or just wanted to hide will know.
Hidden within the cobweb like cracks
were the words and sentences.
"I love you."
"It's the truth."
"We're all equal."
" I love what your wearing."
"Goodbye."
These words got lost with in the dark,
they were like tiny sunflower seeds
waiting for the sun before beginning
to grow and take over.
Lies swirl around in the air
like gossip that hangs within the ears
of anyone that listens.
"We have to live in fear
because we never know when someone
will pull out a gun and start shooting."
"We have to hide the truth
from the next generation
because it's scientifically
proven that it will lower children's
self of steam,
with that they can kiss good grades goodbye."
They now rule the world,
hidden in-between the lines
eager to travel within stories,
they leap off everyone's tongues,
sailing the rocky words.
No one stops to listen
to the words nestled
within the cracks of the mix matched
stone floor.
YOU ARE READING
Dear: Hell
PoésieThe elevator broke now death played with you all night. - Hell's Deal ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Sometimes monsters are real, sometimes Hell is fictional, but both have impacted many lives. So, take seat with some coffee and enjoy this poetry collection.
