The pyre dims and a frosted wind blows
Planting a chill within a dormant heart
Cursed to sing of only its own woes
A divided chorus, seemingly held apart
Held aloft in suspension by ignorance
Frosted winds blowing and blood flowing
Silence wrapped, no words to mince
A silent song that no heart will sing
Death reduced to numbers passing by
Acts of love reduced to money that is sent
Misery a memory of those who die and are forgotten
Is this truly the life we were meant?
Thornless roses and flaming ice
Left in a room with a pair of dice
Everyone will choose whether to roll
Or wane amongst the wailing chorus of the broken soul
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poetboy123 (
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Wow! I can't believe your only 14 and wrote this! I believe your on your way if these are the winds that blow through your mind! Excellent write...
Thank you very much!
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