a path through these days

=a path through these days=

The curse of a dead bird on the footstep.

Stop to stoop over the dead-life.

Horizon full of death is exploding,

See the gust of unfaith it blasts.

The corner of cruel eyes slashing through

The red sky, the breaking of soul…

 

The path I take to reach the calm sunset

Through the streets of dawn, noon and dusk,

The path is bleached in colorless blood of

Deadly games man plays. The sphere of gone souls

Watches as I move to a rather

Natural end, untouched by them, slowly…

 

Reviews

[alternative_be]

Reading this, I picture myself walking through a warzone, trying to escape into the peace and quiet, but watched and disturbed by wandering restless souls of fallen soldiers.
May they rest in peace.
May the so called powerful men of this world reflect before they act and push the button or send soldiers to war. May those who are affected by war find peace on their way...
Very evokative, strong dark imagenary, which provides a lot of food for thought!

[Carrie Montgomery]

"Deadly games man plays" indeed. This line said a lot to me. Man has interfered, trumped up, destroyed, disrupted...much too much. Soon enough, the bill will be due and we will have to pay in full.

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

Lots of wonderful imagrey, of course, and leaves a lot of people guessing with their own interpretations at the end. Nice job.

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Very nice, I must say this a favorite of yours for me. Powerful, thanks for sharing.