day by day you walked among the ruins of hope
tracing your fingers across the dusty covered base to paint a picture from which the ashes arose
the flame had been put out
yet a spark remained to light the match of self salvation
YOU ARE READING
Crossing the dark moon
PoetryIt is up to every man to choose what path they follow. Whether it be in fairness or out of spite, the choice is up to the individual at the end of the road
