The Voice
As we watched the world fade away
we have actively chosen to stay-
Hiding behind the grey veil we watch the ground,
in order not to lay across,
rather we lost the desire to look at one another.
Pain is never planned,
as we think too much,
and feel even less,
how like the walking dead.
I passed a crow today
I...
The caw...caw...caw...
Came in three high pitched waves.
Copyright © Luis Martinez-Rivera | Year Posted 2014
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