Honestly it's like
I'm a one sided lost cause,
A broken case,
A torn casket,
The beaten and the damp.
A darkness to the light,
A flame wanting to ignite,
A blank wall waiting to be painted,
A fragile piece of land getting wasted,
But that goes for us all.
Let me tell you one thing,
The black sky never felt more gloomy,
Till the clouds made it lavender
But then it poured, it rained
The droplets they changed!
They reached the end.
They've been measured by length
By weight, by size.
But soon we saw it vanish
And then the drums
They were beating against
Our hurting hearts
And we realised that we were still breathing,
Our lungs impassively moving,
Yet we were still sucking the air.
Like we had none left.
We soon figured out that
If these torn ceilings aches
We can still be protected,
We can still fight
The evil.
Soon after the night, arised new hope
And I felt this surety that we will
be just fine.
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Pep talks
PoetryA collection of extracts from my lyrics and poems A book to help you when you need a friend or someone to relate to. Enjoy!
