Pra Pra Pra
The sound of the end of a life
The show of insanity in life
To one, hopes that the sound
Could only be onomatopoeia
To one the reality
That created euphoria
An extreme view coined in a crazy mind
A little girl hoping her peace to find
A soul lost in space
Someone only hoped to to see
The end of the day
Man plays god
Victim falls prey
Time heals wounds they say
The story of scars would always remain
A tragic book written today
Tucked in the shelves of history
Meticulously hidden in archive sections
With hopes to forget
With cravings that
The surgical hands of time hides all scars
And peace restores to all who fear
Not to see another day.
Hola y'all lovers of poetry, last week brought sad news. Poetry can sometimes be our comfort. My heart goes out to all families of the New Zealand attack. No one has the right over any life😢 .I pray you find peace and healing
Love y'all
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Mirror Reflection
PoesíaThis started ou as a book of poetry but now its just a book where emotions, random thoughts and views are being penned down. If any resonate with you, I hope it helps. Toodles
