Forgotten Prayers
Is it distress then that had brought me to your door. For it wasn't love, that feeling had abandoned me years ago.
I write poetry. Rofl. XD
Is it distress then that had brought me to your door. For it wasn't love, that feeling had abandoned me years ago.
And then I find it hard to comprehend. How can I walk another step, why am I in this distress. The wound bleeds incessantly, now I am a loser in this battle for dreams.
The wind is silent. As silent as the birds that are deep in rest Awaiting the golden hue to be cast over the mountain crest.
The clouds bulging with the iron weight they carry, They bellow and charge down to the pale grey ground below, The ice cold drops mingling with the clay and dirt Rivulets of dark blood dripping down...
Down where silence touches the deep Where my soul it's sorrows doth keep Strewn on the ground like the autumn's brown leaves, My sadness reaches infinity.