Redemption
Another nightmare,
Another dream.
Sweet, agonising beauty.
Pulling the strings.
Sacred words scream
When no-one is listening
Silence falls upon those who
No longer weep.
Frail desires Imagine the slightest dream
With cold bitter absurdities
Following in the wings.
Replenishing their lust for strength.
'Hurry' cries the doubtful ones
Bellowing in their sweetest whisper.
The knowing are of the slightest shame.
But carry the brightest flame.
Standing before council
Dogmating their dreams
Who will return with more than what they came
'Not I' says the shy.
Be free calls the wise
Let no man be asunder
When he crosses his bridge
As when the brigde Breaks.
It shall collapse on top of us all,
Nightmares and dreams
No longer come to play.
There are no clouds and there are no skies
The world is broken
Along with man kind.
The race to the finish,
Was no race to be one.
But a race to be fought
But not with guns.
The fortunate call upon the rested
And we will carry our creation to the depth of our grave.
Copyright © Stacey Brackley | Year Posted 2012
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