Featless Streets

poem of sorts

In the snow covered streets of an old town,

Walking up to that old rustic chapel,

Thinking about the times that have gone to waste

And it's times like these that one could wish that you were here standing near

And they say there is nothing to fear when you hear the angels sing,

but love comes and goes and it feels like the world is fading from the real

Maybe hell is a beautiful place, Maybe heaven isn't what we think,

And maybe just maybe you'll forget about me

Now it seems that tomorrow's dream is yesterday's nightmare,

And we've been walking for so long just waiting for some sign to show us the path to a full home,

Oh lord, can't you just tell me that this is all a dream

Because I can hear faint screams,

And even I'll admit that I am scared

Come on, shed some light on these empty dark streets

Just trying to find some peace to this restless mind

And it seems that all that has been achieved is wasted time

Come back one more winter day,

Because there is so much more that I could say

All that is left now is empty streets

Passing memories lined like street signs,

Flashing street lights that change with the beat of this slowing heart