Morning came with heartache
The Sun rose without it's shine
A time of tears that shimmered
Arrows of depression that pined
No wind came to soothe the rage
Clouds that rumbled released it's rain
So dark within the soul was I
For death came not for those destined
But struck the innocent, unprotected
A crime of fire that fate wouldn't rewind
Not even for a soul such as I
Cries of the angels sounded above
Shadows cast upon the ground
My eyes that couldn't see blurred
Already the storm had given it's might
Sighing, defeated, I start home
Knowing that death is life's toll
Even knowing this my heart broke
For Heaven is far from this place
Where the rain mists and shadows reign
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The Scars of Lonely Cries
PoésieThis is a book of poems that I wrote when I was depressed and down. I no longer am because of my wonderful fiancé who has changed my outlook on life I am glad to say. I thought that I would share them with everyone, because there are others out the...
