Black and white, shades of grey the sun comes forth and reveals their fade. Numbness is the heart beat of the days, a dimness of the lighted soul. Refuge rest on the shore, but if it disintegrates it will be no more. Hope that presses upon the soul is a hint of light in all that has grown cold. Tears and drops, form the ocean, as they gather up as waves to crash against the shore. Who can handle this ocean roar? A shaking, a fading, a crashing noise is the choking sound of life that remains. Will the sun one day escape the clouded prison? Will the crying of its torture always sound?
FadeA Poem by Ian CravenBlack and white, shades of grey the sun comes forth and reveals their fade. Numbness is the heart beat of the days, a dimness of the lighted soul. Refuge rest on the shore, but if it disintegrates it will be no more. Hope that presses upon the soul is a hint of light in all that has grown cold. Tears and drops, form the ocean, as they gather up as waves to crash against the shore. Who can handle this ocean roar? A shaking, a fading, a crashing noise is the choking sound of life that remains. Will the sun one day escape the clouded prison? Will the crying of its torture always sound? © 2015 Ian CravenAuthor's Note
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Ian CravenEastanollee, GAAboutI'm a short story writer, poet and novelist. I spend most of my free time writing. Feel free to be my friend. I like meeting new people. I welcome constructive criticism on my writing. more..Writing
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