Categories > Original > Poetry1 Reviews
mutter the words....... poetry doesnt need a summary
No one sees ... never giving the chance.
Muttering the words only counts for the past..
When nothing around will ever truly last.
Power is noted a crime so obscene..
But there's no longer a shoulder to cry on or lean.
Oh Pity why hast you come.?.
Oh glory where have you gone?
Tides so great they wash away the fears..
The currents sweeping doubt from your eyes.
But when there's power in numbers..
You find yourself alone again without but a hint for the lies.
Mutter a word
That will never be heard..
Mutter the feelings...
Of nothing so appealing...
Just let it go like the last breath of a dying sprite...
Just let it go...
Let it linger here without a rhyme