You took your steps and from my core
You drew the metal from the ore;
With smelting fire I lost composure,
Peace unfound, a ceaseless displeasure.
Pain seared like steel tempered in heat,
But the quenching has yet to ease;
Amidst the breeze in the cloudy peaks,
Iron's reborn though embers sleep.
P. S. I really wanted to put a specific photo here that inspired this poem but I haven't gotten the permission from the owner so... I think this will do. Haha
In the haze of empty streets, I roam
ReplyDeleteA million lives, yet I'm alone
Crushed by the weight of empty fame
Drifting away, without a name
Motorways and city lights ablaze
A lonely soul, in endless daze
The emptiness that surrounds me tight
A letdown, in this sleepless night
My voice is a bird in a cage of glass
Silent wings, unable to pass
A scream that's muffled, a whisper unseen
A cry that echoes, in a dreamless screen.
As the title of this blog goes, all's well that ends well. I'm with you through the bad times until it gets better. Hugs!
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