That's how it goes...A Poem by LonelyWanderer
All shall fade away, every bit of it
Like whispers in the wind Smoke from the cigarettes Swirling away to nothingness. In your darkest of the nights Coldest of the hours And then all that you'll find Would be ashes of what remains- Bits and pieces of what got broken Wishes and dreams and the glitters. And you. Tired, insane, broken- but you'll be. Right there in the cold. And I shall laugh at you And your broken precious goal When all that once shone will get dull I'll take away your soul And paint black all over it. So feed, feed your head when you can Give it strength to survive For I shall break you all I am dear little life. © 2016 LonelyWanderer |
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