March 2007
Raindrops
On a cold night,
Scream like thunder
In this room of quiet.
Nobody asked.
Nobody cared.
Everybody said
How we might have dared.
Lost day
With memories gone.
Black night cried
With dawn's last song.
Babies cry
In deserts heat
Nothing left to smell
Little more to eat.
A drop of water
Or a glimmer of sun.
Wash these, the lost
Mysteries finally done.
No place for a child.
Nothing to choose,
The mystery is gone
We all stare like fools.
Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2007-04-29 at 04:53
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Things I Hear
Raindrops
On a cold night,
Scream like thunder
In this room of quiet.
Nobody asked.
Nobody cared.
Everybody said
How we might have dared.
Lost day
With memories gone.
Black night cried
With dawn's last song.
Babies cry
In deserts heat
Nothing left to smell
Little more to eat.
A drop of water
Or a glimmer of sun.
Wash these, the lost
Mysteries finally done.
No place for a child.
Nothing to choose,
The mystery is gone
We all stare like fools.
Poetry by Morpheus
Read 517 times
Written on 2007-04-29 at 04:53
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