Memories fade and echoes die,
Deadbeat sounds wake the dead up,
Now they are free,
Free from the dungeon,
Freefalling to the 'abyss',
Where 'peace' they find,
They seem suddenly to never have left our world,
And the thoughts from afar can't be vivid,
A sudden silence
And a storm cloud of visions,
Motionless silence,
Only the panting from the heart,
A second life,
The truth about love,
Its ways shoddy,
And blurry to the blind.
YOU ARE READING
THE BOY ON THE BRIDGE.
PoetryThe weakest ink harbors the strongest minds. A collection of thoughts that will blow your mind. Some emotions laced herein are quirky, any similarity to real characters is just a mere coincidence*
