LeaveA Poem by Lucas GrashaI find that the hardest trails live in lies, a bird with angel wings who cannot fly. A story in stone, engraved in your
heart, such a bad failure, a horrible start. We crawl out from caves, aspiring to
walk, but we trip and fall, trapped between
locks. Our cries are so helpless, our voices
so hoarse, the ship we’ve been sailing has been
blown off course. Bullets we’ve kept under our beds till
this day, their cases have rusted, the copper
decayed. Our guns we kept precious, but they
fell to the void, their chambers were busted, the muzzles
destroyed. Assistance was promised, but help never
came, on make-shift boats, we tried to sail
away. They were caught in storms, ceased to
follow their map, it doesn’t matter now, because they
left no tracks. All that we live for, of that I’m not
sure, our forests have rotted, weeds grew
through the floor. Our water is gone, our time has run
short, the cattle are dead, our faces hurt and
contort. I’m divorced from this all, I’m out on
my own, I took my belongings, I’ll travel this
road. Somewhere I’ll go to, somehow I’ll
find, a Sunset of silence, where I can say
goodbye. © 2011 Lucas GrashaReviews
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11 Reviews Added on April 8, 2011 Last Updated on April 8, 2011 AuthorLucas GrashaPittsburgh, PAAboutI've chosen in life to use the pen in place of the sword; or rather, the giving in place of giving up. I believe that I do possess a talent, but that opinion is only mine; if you would please (if you .. more..Writing
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