When all life comes to a burning crescendo,
Fading away like the shadow cast by a blinding sun,
Will you be there for me,
To wipe my crystal tears?
If all the world becomes a sea of angst,
Swimming around in its fastidious pool of misery,
Will you be there for me,
To wipe my crystal tears?
With a detrimental blow,
From an earth-shattering bow,
What will become of me,
When you fail to wipe the tears?
If ignorance is bliss even to the tribes of war,
With me a brave soul amongst the wondering,
Will you be there for me,
To wipe my crystal tears?
In an unearthly show of staged propaganda,
A stand-in actor beneath the scrutinising spotlight,
Will you be there for me,
To wipe my crystal tears?
A life-changing feat,
Strived by all so as to meet,
What will become of me,
When you fail to wipe the tears?
A wicked detachment from all I knew,
Beneath the shade of a disguised life,
Will you be there for me,
To wipe my crystal tears?
YOU ARE READING
Cosmos
PoesíaMy third poetry book; inspired by a mixture of love and hate, and developed around the sole basis of the cosmos, which without, we would not exist. *All work is my own*
