Onset

Just read the damned thing...

We continue on, day to day,

Learning to love ourselves with no ounce of decay,

In the level of our hopes, dreams, no remorse,

For the sorrowful souls, desiring peace.

One way or another, the conclusion finds us,

Telling a story of the paths we once travelled.

Love and hate, peace and war,

On a smaller scale, though,

Within us, without us,

The world steams on, the machine presses forward.

Troops march, whistles blow, longing to serve a purpose…

 

Love is not lost, nor is it deceased,

Through uneventful decades of peace,

I understand that now, as do the masses,

If you wander with an open mind,

Who knows of the treasures you’ll find.

 

One epitaph, on a solemn tomb stone, laden with frost and dust of ages untold,

The story unfolds with the squawks of the crows.

You needn’t sing the tune they insinuate, for the stars do it for you,

Reverberations, reiterations through the centuries,

Still we long for something more.

Love isn’t enough to covet,

Hate isn’t enough for its onset,

A disease so impure, so full of despair,

That no one quivers nor sheds care,

At the onset…

Reviews

[Stoic Berserker]

Thank you, much appreciated. Cool shades :3

[Sami Khalil]

A good write...Thank you for sharing...:)