You try and comfort me.
Hold me close and embrace me.
Pull me tight against you.
The wind howls out side.
And the world is falling to its knees.
Murder, war, and hate run rampant.
Where as love and peace are rare.
Tears fill my....our eyes
You whisper:
"It'll be ok"
"It'll get better"
These are the words I hate to hear.
Words that are like poison"
Lies.
Empty truths.
They mean nothing.
Because when your standing on the edge
Ready for an early end.
How can it possibly get better.
Copyright Dale Innes Wylde Hughes ©
Sunday, 30 August 2009
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Dale nice poem, I do wonder where you got your inspiration though, coz it can only be better than the poem which is amazin so you inspiration must be outstanding whatever it is. lols ;) ly xxx
ReplyDelete07974732617 dale that is ma no. txt me asap. i dont have much credit but id like a txt 2 cheer me up xD ly
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