Soon

Telling lies like truths,

Enshroud the gospel of reason,

In a fate with inevitable sadness.

Trying, breaking,

The way is shut like eyes.

Trembling down in weakness,

Made common by pain,

Undone futures wanting.

Shifting in the hot sand of time.

So passing hours,

Do dial and creep,

Losing the war to decay,

But softly.

A chance is random as whim,

With talented hours drifting,

In a lot with broken pieces,

Cast like bones on the floor.

Reading peace,

The tranquil lapse of folded emotions,

Contemplating a day full of sun.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s