Your story is woven, before my eyes
It tells of truth and dismal lies
Shown in images and stills
It tells of revivals, and of kills
Flown here by the raven
Clinging still, to hope
Your thinnest rope
Your haven
This is your life
Intertwined, with mine
For better or worse,
We'll learn with time
This is your world now,
Shard of a child
Your story falters, along with mine
Breaking to pieces, it falls behind
Shows in the blood drops
When your heart stops
Flown here by the raven
Clinging still, to hope
Your thinnest rope
This is your life
Intertwined, with mine
For better or worse,
We'll learn with time
This is your world now,
Shard of a child
We're deserters, and deserted
The only ones who tried to feel
For this we were banned
For being real
This is your life
You're different now
For better or worse,
You'll learn with time
This is your world now,
Shard of a child
In the surreal of the wild
"Shard of a child
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These last lines punched me in the face, broke my jaw and then ate me alive! Hell, I've missed your poetry. :O
Awesomeness. Pure Awesomeness. '_'
Awww, I've missed YOU!
ReplyDeleteone of the best poems ive ever read!
ReplyDeleteThanks Amin! :O
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