But that wasn't the end of the story.
Oh, far from it.
We had yet to learn, yet to realise that fate is not certain. The concrete curtain could be dismantled, if we wanted it to part, for light to shed on a new world; a brighter world.
Hope and prosperity.
Change and chance shone through the dark cloud of oppression and regret.
As we bid fare well to the mess we'd made and left behind, the gate creaks open.
Goodbye to the world we knew.
Goodbye to the wreck we created.
Goodbye to all the horrible things we did, things we said or did...
They won't matter in the new world.
We grow form our mistake, after all.
I wonder where it all went so wrong
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Short Story (and poetry) Collection
De TodoSometimes when I have a weird or sad or scary thought, I come to this book and I write it down in whatever form it takes. There are sad poems, 500 word thrillers, a few tired old stories I wrote when I was 13-14 and some very short descriptive piec...
