Stranded.
Words kept in silence,
Forbidden by the locking of mouths,
The shutting down of minds,
The monsters kept hidden,
Away from our friends,
Only to be released,
With the approaching of foes,
The enemy created through hurt,
Stands in front of what is sought,
Lost are the souls,
And wandering are the lives,
Of the darkened and the many of evil,
Patterns and swirls,
Combining of emotions,
Changing and conflicting,
In response to the rage,
The anger inside hearts,
Hearts of the missing,
They try to find their way home,
But to no avail,
For they are stranded.
C.
YOU ARE READING
Impressions
PoetryThoughts, feelings, ideas, the important and the not. They say you express yourself through art, through paint on canvass or a strum of your guitar. Your entire being, your soul, poured out to create a single piece of artwork that gives others jus...
