Post by Lane1777 on Mar 24, 2015 17:29:51 GMT
I don`t know what I call this, some say its free verse...I think so. I write a lot of lyric/music, play guitar. I think that's where it comes from. if you read this and comment thank you now. Lane
Ravage
Stepping back through her yesterdays
memories gather like leaves
all the kisses and promised love
carry unbearable weight.
The candles are burning,
tears flow as she touches
her past.
Here the dim of a hopeless tomorrow
smothers the will for today.
For her no rising,
no soul to to protect her heart
Life bled through her constant
searching, wept for the dust
at her feet.
....ravaged days
smoothed by hands that held on so long.
© Copyright 2015 Vincent
"question my abilities..never my heart"
a young boy asked me this.
The Other Side
I sit and wonder often,
what some of us have done.
To have to walk an early path,
so young and all alone.
To have to make the choices,
arrange a mind to fit.
Who loves me here,
who loves me not,
is it different on the other side?
Who stands with me
who walks away
Will I be loved
or stand alone again.
mirrored life
a child of dust.
Is it different on the other side....
Copyright 2015 Vincent
