The shining light
burning bright just over the horizon,
Just out of reach
but with no end in sight,
The war wages on
with ever raging battles,
Lives forever lost
and with them the culture and tales of old,
And the ever burning light
stays over the horizon,
Growing farther and farther
away from the living,
Consuming the dead
the stories, the families,
And yet the war wages on
and the battles continue to rage,
And we continue to reach out to the untouchable light
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Book
RandomSome poetry and short stories I've written. I took the cover picture too.
