I once thought for a chance,
And meant no harm,
Of,
Having innocent fun.
Childish dreams of the past,
Bound to unknown laws,
Time leaves them behind,
And perish in my hands.
Simple muffled cries,
Hold no charm in my heart,
In this new fake life.
Modern nature tears us apart.
YOU ARE READING
Silent Strife
PoetryA short poem. It took me so long to finish because I wanted to give it a proper ending. I might make a part two, though. If anyone ever reads this, I hope you understand the message I try to convey.
