Lost in the Static

Sun-withered roses,

no more strength to stand.

Closed doors and bruises

go hand in hand.

Wall of heavy shields

dented from both sides.

Voice hoarse, heart steeled.

Never let them see you cry.

What does it mean

if we dream

of the moonlight?

What does it mean

when we scream

til the first light?

How does it feel

to never heal

from the last fight?

Where do we go 

once we know

that it's not right?

...

Pictured life

Inspired aspirations

Replaced by strife

and complications.

Crumbled statue

Silent misanthrope.

Lingering value...

at least, so he hopes.

Author's Note

Just a couple thoughts
blowing in on the wind.

Drifting free, finally caught -
ramblings of a mind undisciplined...

Reviews

[flyingfree]

This is amazing, Sazaku! One of the best poems I've ever read on writerscafe.