Soft patter of rain,
A long forgotten glade
That tells the story of struggle and strength.
Silver eyes glazed over,
A broken shadow in the dark,
I reach out for you,
As death grips my soul.
This once sacred place,
Now tainted with violence,
All I can hear is the clash of metal.
Silver eyes closing once more,
The stars stretch far above the horizon,
As tears flow from my closed eyes,
As this Burnng hatred grows,
I know there is no escape.
(01/04/2019)
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Book of poetry
PoetryMost of these I've written over the years.... A bit of a warning it maybe cringe worthy or incredibly dark poetry........
