BROKEN HOME
Ours is just a house.
The walls are only walls,
the beds only mediocre carpentry pieces,
the doors only blocks of wood,
the roof only physical shelter from sun and rain,
the floors only shattered foundation,
and the rooms,
only empty spaces.
..........
Ours is just a house.
The walls are only walls,
the beds only mediocre carpentry pieces,
the doors only blocks of wood,
the roof only physical shelter from sun and rain,
the floors only shattered foundation,
and the rooms,
only empty spaces.
..........
BLACK AND WHITE
A little darkness, a little light.
A little sorrow, a smile so bright.
Life is just so,
Black and White.
Life is just so,
Black and White.
..........
A little darkness, a little light.
A little sorrow, a smile so bright.
Life is just so,
Black and White.
Life is just so,
Black and White.
..........
THE DYING HERO
He fell before his time
with a thud.
A loud thud.
Someone screams.
They gasp,
unable to speak,
unable to react.
Commotion.
Expressions of horror,
sorrow,
pity,
pain.
The wind blew silently.
Moments froze.
Somewhere that seemed miles away,
they see a twitch.
a quiver of hand.
A brave soldier of life,
our unsung hero,
claimed before time.
His heart stopped.
Their hearts stopped.
And then with the last drop of tear shed,
Poof!!!
Another beautiful soul
disappears into thin air.
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