Broken Day
colors of tan and black flash in a dark cavern
old books and the smell of dust in the rooms
spotlight glowing in and out from beyond
the harsh noise of siren in the distance
listen- hear the voices waiting under grounds
and they say:
desks and bookshelves aline
they do not need know time
these conflicts will make them
sow all into a hem
one of which will create a mass
soldiers break through fortress glass
gods frown and turn away
on this deadly broken day
Copyright © Ryan Emerald | Year Posted 2010
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