The world burns away
With each passing moment
Friends leave, trudging into the darkness
Never to return
Each blade of grass, every petal
Withers as I watch, unblinking
This is age, I think
When memories must be laid to rest
Given their graves
Their private ceremonies
Their periods of mourning
This is age
Among the carcasses of my past
I tread, forlorn
Digging deeper graves
Laying loss to rest
The world burns away, but
Burdened with the scars
I remain
Still as the night that burns me.
1 comment:
Don't stop writing Deesh! I miss your pieces.
Writing should move, inspire, and awaken something of yourself in you. Here is that very reason why I nominate and award you the Very Inspiring Blogger Award. Congratulations! To read more about it, visit my post http://betweencupsofcoffee.blogspot.in/2014/12/now-i-have-to-continue-inspiration.html
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