Thursday, April 11, 2013

The hurt of a lonesome child
carried away still with memories
of darkness and a hazy forest
reaching starless skies
guided by a heart
filled with fury piles.

Hope with dream eloped
to those skies
where no ships slept
and rage tries
to steal treasures kept
and for milleniums lies.


© A Furious Child

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