October 9, 2021
The ground is full of memories
Violence and anger
Blood and tears
Soaked with tragedy
The first warning is the smell
Clean electricity
Then comes the drip...drip
The rain has come to cleanse the land
Beautiful clouds crowd the moonstone sky
To unleash the water
To wash away the bloodshed
And to wash away my tears
The new beginning
Everything that once was, is no more
Made anew by nature
And I am no longer the person I was
Cleanse through fire and rain
Nothing lasts forever
And everything goes through cycles of change
Until they become brand new
Everything
The universe, the Earth, me
And you
DU LIEST GERADE
We Became The Mad Men
PoesieI must wash the blood off my hands and the only way is with ink ~ Collection of my poetry.
