The Emperor of Reflections
lost in the war
searching for
flowers and pollen
across from hell
with a pen and a pad
i hope life is
as sweet to you
as your mirror is
playing piano after the war
a melody sewn with scars
in the mist of our journey
we became who we are
from stories of elders
keys are like feathers
something to sooth your tears
when they become drops of leather
i hope life is
as sweet to you
as your mirror is
when time is awake
how do you wait
my ballad of war
for all those
who have wronged me
"i don't need your hell"
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2011
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