"A Broken Soul"

Please excuse our dust,

And lives remained unlived,

The marching sounds awaken us,

The pocket watch, unwound.

Please excuse our dust,

And soulless bodies lie,

The gates of hell are open now,

Beckoning, ever closer.

Please excuse our dust,

The rose is dead and dry,

Our graves lay here before us,

The cloud of death approaches.

Please excuse our dust,

Our innocence has died,

Behind the mask, an empty shell,

Icy stares are met.

Please excuse our dust,

The end is coming soon,

Our story’s almost over now,

The end relieves the broken soul

Reviews

[iamshadowine]

"Please excuse our dust,
The end is coming soon,
Our story’s almost over now,
The end relieves the broken soul"

A really nice poem! I liked reading it :)

keep writing :D