random thoughts: Into dust; The wind in my face.


lives are gone, lives are changed for eternity
but others remained unchanged like mine.
a time of reflection maybe
but for whom and what i wonder
apathy is prevalent, but is it even wrong?
there's a dread in my heart
it fears death and sorrow
and keeps both at a distance.
it is cowardice i admit
they say bravery is not being without fear
but it is knowing something else is more
important than that.
it's a question i have yet to have an answer for.



it's been raining over the past few days
with such melancholy in its voice,
as each drop falls on these woeful grounds.
it's with love and sigh
in memory and silent farewell,
that the boy lays down a flower
crying a tinge of grey
for lives gone away.

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