These broken dreams littered on the ground.
Bright red blood turning into brown.
Life can be cruel and unfair.
You have to wonder does anyone really care?
These shards of glass gleam dully in the light.
I gaze into the broken pieces with little resolve to fight.
The night is creeping in with soft comfort.
One has to wonder about this life so short.
The breath of dawn whispers across the mists.
I reach toward the ripples and sigh into the rifts.
Everything is fine and yet everything is not.
I have to wonder what will happen if I rot.
I pick up the crystal shards and hang them in the light.
Maybe they will let me see a future that is bright?
Life can be cruel and so unfair.
But somehow I know that someone does care.
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Ripples in an Obsidian Sky
PoetryThese are many of the poems that get stuck in my head randomly, almost like a song or beat poetry in a way. I must warn you, most of them can be rather dark or sad. But I find solace in writing them. Anyway, maybe they can help you get some peace t...
