Ushering in a shadowy day,
Coral Sky is twisting slowly away From whispering white to sombre grey
The gently passing time is slain,
From bones of those who did succumb Ushering in a darker day.
Blue pastel skies will fade away,
And in their place, stillness will come Whispering white to sombre grey.
Still by the light of fading fey,
Poor Believers flock, pray and hum. Ushering in a darker day
Never again will artists stray,
With colours creative, hearts glum Whispering white to sombre grey.
Bare boned fingers struggle to pray,
All that is good, will bad become. Ushering in a darker day. Whispering white to sombre grey. Earnest poems *sorrow Healing verses on Death Observant Poems on Pain
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“Away from my fears is the day I dream, a place where eternal happiness awaits for me. Where no pains exist, no one could hurt me. I could breathe the way I want without losing my identity. A place so
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Roses are red Violets are blue My day wasn’t perfect And neither were you I fell to the ground I scraped my knee I dropped my books I caught my headphones I missed the bus My phone died I bombed
The rapture was on prowl to get the believers. You knew what you should not have known about the baby blue. Aphasia, experiences an impulsive violence, beyond the dead. Bionic hands to capture the moment of swapping uremia with swastika.
I never knew that one day would be there When I would ask my existence from you One day I would beg you to apply vermilion on my forehead To name my child, to change my identity.. One day that