Are all things gray?
Are all things black?
Backstabbed and bloodied,
dropped
on the railroad tracks.
The beautiful break
and the broken digress
into less and less.
Backward progress
like rust
on a rampage.
Caged by our carelessness.
Diving down
colossal cracks,
the depths of our own
misleading lies.
A dreary demise
as tired eyes
close.
No future
when hope
is left at home.
Are all things gray?
Are all things black?
Pack lightly,
bear the burden.
Backtrack through time.
Put up a fight
to bring back
the white light.
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9/10
4 comments:
'Backward progress
like rust
on a rampage.'
'No future
when hope
is left at home.'
Really good writing!
It is great to see you back. :-)
Yes I agree with Susannah and also the passage right before the rust one, great writing!!
Thank you Susannah and rch, it means a lot to get encouragement from you two. I admire and respect you and your writing.
Just popped in to wish you and your family a happy holidays and to leave some festive greetings for peace, love and much joy!
Hoping to read more great stuff from you in the future, I miss your posts.
Wishing you all good things!
Susannah x
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