The clouds has gathered
In my sister's eyes
It would rain if she hears
The voice of lightening...
So bury ur words in dumbness
Speak to her only
With the voice of silence.
She has been soaked
With the blood of brokenness
Left alone in the pod
Of her own blood
By the piercing of a sharp
Edged sword called "words"....
We are on a marathon race
Running with wounded feet
Competing with d wind
For we believed....
'What goes around would come around'..
Deceived by philosophies
And the lies in geography 😃😀
Coz the path that leads home
Has been erased from our ❤️
But we keep running,hoping to run-in
The more we run,..
The more we run-out.
If the world was round
Creation would av been repeated
It would have been
A take of second chance...
And the world is a triangle
A place with three angles
Life,Pain and Death...
When a man is born is life..
But when pains dominate his life,
He becomes a victim of death.
If the world was round,
Then at the end of the tunnel
Happiness would be found..
But the world is a straight line
Leading to infinity...
If u trend this path
Then you will live eternally ...
Eternally in the realm of immortality
For when one die,u ll live forever..
But if u live believing
The world was round,the you will live
Your whole life dying forever..
If the world was round
The sun would av dried
The tears ion my sister's eyes..
She would av found a man
Of her dreams....
Not a man of her nightmares.
But the world is a place
Of brokenness
A place of death...
Where life is only for the lifeless
A place of stolen dreams and
Wasted ambitions.
©Steveandy winks
©steveandy
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