LOST SOULS
star
Crumble to the moon
Your tears freshly wet
For rivers are pressing
And cold is who we met
I take it you have not heard of us
Daggers in our crests
We are no more lost than you
Killed as if forever we are pest.
Symbolic of our country, county and our home
We play a crucial part
So Still in pattern
We give away one of too many heart
Nature does not sympathise
We learnt too harshly in recent times
Because why would its words be gentle? It never has been before
Why defy a pattern , a deathly line of force
If nature wants romanticising
Well then maybe it should learn to talk
Bless the actions of none
For no blame should ever be taken
Is it praise you admit
Or do you want congratulation on your blessed wit.
Hi, I'm star, I am a young fashion designer and all-around creative person. I find poetry as a way to really show my deepest feelings, whether it is the hurt or pain I feel to my extended happiness and longing.