Red Sky In The Morning (comments)
The sun bleeds into the sky,
At the cracking of the dawn,
And the larks descending song.
Sounds so bitter and forlorn,
Clouds stained with crimson,
Cover the stars fading gasps of light,
Ushered in on solemn wind,
As birds play eulogy to the night.
I walk through barren playgrounds,
Where the bell no longer rings,
Haunted by echoes of childrens laughter,
And the creaking of empty swings.
The world continues turning,
But the carousels are still,
Desperate actions bought on credit,
The lives of young ones pay the bill.
In the suffocating mist of blindness,
The days all fight to breathe,
All that’s left are yesterdays,
There is nothing to bequeath.
Success pursued in disregard,
Gleaming trophies turn to rust,
Truth is burnt to ashes,
Footprints mark the dust.
In the fields a harvest fed on pain,
A lifeless crop to reap,
I pray to wake up from this dream,
And then realise I am not asleep.
Yet amidst sincerity’s incessant drought
Through which little life can cope
A single flower grows,
One last delicate emblem of hope.
Amidst the darkest times, there is always hope, we just need to find our flower... I have found mine, and she has shown me just how amazing life can be...Steph I love you xxx
By Whispering Dreamer
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Whispering Dreamer
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