Poetic Writing
Oh freedom, the sands of corruption blanketed your once gorgeous bosom Your smile lost in a maelstrom of injustices and empty promises Yet there you stand with a passion that burns ever so bright But upon further inspection, the flames aren’t flickering right They are burning the rights of the souls lost in your eyes…
I stood in the dark as two spotlights appeared before me The sound of footsteps reached me ever so gently Two men walked into a light each and stopped as they reached the middle The one to the right of me was dressed in a suit The other was in rags, wearing a green sneaker…
There they lay, inhaling the sweet scent of dew resting its weary soul on the tips of grass Beads of water reflecting the light they receive back to the sun as they let the wind pass The wings of butterflies kiss the air as they decorate this blue sky they are looking up at An…
Concrete to his back a field lined with trees to his front The wind in his face and peace in his heart The leaves dance on the murmuring kisses the breeze provides Pessimistic eyes scour the sky as if on a hunt Searching for a flaw that will allow him to tear it all apart…
Edged in stone were promises defiled by time Laws of nature we left behind Claims of truth that rang through the dark Arrows of justice that rarely hit their mark As the waves crash on this shore They break as sudden currents invade their core Whispers of lies dance on the salty taste of reality…
Maybe it’s the clouds that dance in the sky Maybe it’s the wind, that if you listen close seems to cry It could be the whispers of the people who were here before me The awkward glances they throw, as if they hate me All of that, makes it feel like home without the walls…