Category: Writers Block
Condemned by your past mistakes they walk behind you, trailing their chains,in the vain hope that you will acknowledge their presence and learn from the fact that they still exist.The chains weigh you down,as do the veiled insults from cliques,who promise you relief dressed up in its finery,as alienation in disguise.You reach out to some who answer but in the end they always go, quicker than a heartbeat,ohh the cruelty of its rhythm. Then she says Love is not changed by death and nothing is lost, all in the end is harvest. Where are those who promised to forgive the myriad of your mistakes, Listen they too are dragging and lagging behind,with their own,they are burnt out ..you have asked for too much yet again.
wow, your writing is so powerful, so emotive...is that a song lyrick?
It is yes and I thank you.