Like the forgotten book sitting on your shelf of tragedies , Hidden away in the dust behind the traumatic scenes, Behind all the chapters caused by others lays me,
By Brian McClanahan10 days ago in Poets
I have searched high and low, Through the shattered pieces of this heart I own, I have cried out from the darkened catacombs,
I chose writing to ease my troubled mind, As though understanding our inner side, May one day ease the pain i hide, What some will never see
By Brian McClanahan3 years ago in Poets
I miss the way we used to fight, Before the tragedies took our sight, I miss the way you used to hug me while i cried, And i used to hold you close when tears shed from your eyes,
Fire Inside It was an early morning as he lifted his head, In the darkness he crawls from his bed, The cold floor beneath his tiny feet,
There are days when i look to the sky, Throw my hands up and scream why, Then fall to my knee's and cry, There are times when the end seems out of sight,
As life unfolds And might grows old One more heart becomes cold As times change And crimes age One more mind decays from the pain
A Home Is where you listen to the children as they play, A Home is where you witness Imagination grow in many ways, A Home is a place you get lost in fantasy,