oh what a hollow dark world
there's too much to say
and even the sky knows it
eyes remain low
death's whistles echoed so close
too close
not enough salt water for us all
never enough space
to breathe through the clouds
nothing there to stop the fire from reaching all our hearts
we've become that weeping forest
where not even the stars know what to do.
And if there was someone else taken
how would we cope?
by not knowing your voice
now a sisterless sadness
what is this?
and why did the world choose to take?
nothing else is there to fill the mellowsome walls of our haunted story.
on their behalf,
i am sorry.
About the Creator
Ruby Red
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts."
- William Shakespeare
Consider this a doorway to my heart and soul. 🌱
Comments (1)
We've become that weeping forest - great line!