A Broken Blade of Grass
the broken blade of grass
trampled by random fate
lies shattered on the cold
ground
the oblivious slayer of hearts
saunters away nonchalantly
to a destination never to be found
where can I stumble to in this crazy beautiful vivid insane ugly real place that once was mine
when all that's left behind
is the cacophony of merciless
sound and while for silence I achingly pine
but in the end...
it all adds up to nought while that bitter taste persIsts and lingers
while we allow the magical moments to slip through our blistered fingers
until we awake one day from our innured dream that we cling onto while we sleep
finally conceding that beyond mere words, we were hardly ever, that deep
on the contrary, rather shallow we have been as we continue to shovel emptiness into that space so hollow
while lulling ourselves with the promise of the past, and ignoring the freshness of the morrow
a tomorrow filled with peace
a tomorrow once captive, but now on the brink of release
a tomorrow not consumed by the wasted time of the bygone past
but a tomorrow brimming with a gentleness meant to forever last...
Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013
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