Standing among the ruins,
I sigh and shake my head.
I see problems of long past,
Come back to haunt my ass.
I see friendships,
And love,
Long broken like glass.
A fragile thing,
Ones trust and love.
Once freely given,
Now must be paid.
Yes indeed,
I see lives ruined,
And world's shattered.
I see people hate,
And yet people love.
Maybe the human race,
Isn't as bad as we think.....
YOU ARE READING
Beside You He Walks
PoetryWhen I write, I feel like a wolf, Howling to the moon. When someone reads, I feel like they too, Are a wolf, howling to the moon. And although we are world's apart, We are together still-- A pack of wolves, Howling to the moon.
