When whispers scream
When black becomes gold
When the dead stay dead
When happiness is a memory
When joy fades away
When the innocent are broken
When there is nothing left to take
When there is no one left to blame
When everything that is good is consumed by a powerful evil
What then?
YOU ARE READING
Disturb Them
PoetryStories should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable. Let each and every sentance sink in and... then what? I don't know you tell me.
