Tomorrow's dawn
I live for brighter days despite this one's woeful absence of sun
Memories are being shot at me; bullets from a machine gun
Words keep rising out of me; a tidal wave, to swallow tomorrow's dawn
They are the shield protecting me; as if a doe looking after two fawn
I'm just a well mixed blend of fearless passion
Born from the forge that my life did so fashion
If I could build a stairway of infinite steps; to touch just one of the nights stars
Perhaps in the way it could burn; would cauterize gaping wounds forming new scars
I'm just standing in one place, letting myself listen to hear how it all sounds
But what my ears see are brass casings; collecting in mass uncountable pounds
Copyright © Anonomus Scorpio | Year Posted 2023
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