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Zxry Cyan Poem
In a field of bloody flowers,
Stood a lonely boy.
Over him a flower towers;
Eyes him like a toy.
He tries to cry,
To run and shout,
But the red sky,
Has no way out.
He cries;
He calls;
He dies;
He falls.
Copyright © Zxry Cyan | Year Posted 2015
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Zxry Cyan Poem
Tell me, tell me, the little voice hisses –
Your deepest secret; your childish delight.
Of buried schemes and dreams it whispers.
Why do you darken my world and line it in creases;
Crushed in the clasp of your blinding city lights?
Tell me, tell me, the little voice hisses.
When you’re drowning, staggering, it reaches
Out – of castles hidden beneath the tapestry of night,
Of buried schemes and dreams, it whispers.
In a saccharine world layered with lies and kisses,
Why are you so mindless to your plight?
Tell me, tell me, the little voice hisses.
Sure as the sun sets, a daisy must wither;
Silently – creeping has the day come for your rite –
Of buried schemes and dreams it whispers.
In your mind, defying Time, a little boy lingers;
Of buried schemes and dreams he whispers.
Your heart still remembers our world so bright,
So why have you left? The little voice cries.
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Remember all those years ago,
We learnt that hatred was a sin?
But our minds were full of marigolds,
And our eyes were never dim.
But those were years, years ago,
And times have long since changed.
Many dreams have gone below,
Our minds no longer strange.
The chains have wrapped, round and round,
Heavy as lead yet without sound.
Dragging us, down and down,
From Heaven to Earth; from flight to tread.
(We wish the world would never change,
Yet we simply can’t remain the same.
Those memories - they’ve left a mark,
Some others we keep near our hearts.
Reality:
It’s a pity.)
Copyright © Zxry Cyan | Year Posted 2015
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