Protected by Copyscape

Translate

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Dream of Conflict

Silky, the air feels,
Glowing white,
With embers of a dying smoke
The embers of normality

Flowing, the air shifts
A Slight Breeze Emerges
Rocking the Clouds to Sleep

Coarse, the air has changed
Radiating purples so harsh
With a trapped wind,
A wind of callouses 

Furious, the hand emerges
Playing with strings 
Oh the wind is now a storm

The air shall no longer be pure,
The dream is torn apart
The normality no longer normal,
The soul of conflict,
Has blown this heart

-Poem Fanatic

No comments:

Post a Comment

Hey guys! Thanks for stopping by! I'd love to hear your thoughts and suggestions, so be sure to leave a comment!

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...