Times crash upon the sands
While your heart is held in controlling hands.
Your heart's echoing beats
Roll over the stage of empty seats.
Waves engulf the darkness
And everything is in contrast starkness.
Your lungs are left to fill with smoke
And the acrid fumes make you choke.
This is what's left in the end.
YOU ARE READING
Gracelessly
PoetryAs the tides turn, As the times change if everything is extraordinary is anything? In the end, the truth shines out all her flaws ring and shout. The moonlight shines and in it she falls gracelessly she, soulless, grays eternally The pandemonium sho...
