Gems turning to sand in my palms
I tighten my grip
and the grains slip away faster
beauty does not last when the foundation is flawed
wondering a deserted land
looking for something everyone else has forgotten
It was only precious to you
giving life and taking it away
keeping the dark at bay
or being the monster tearing through the night
scars of wrath that may never heal
hope rising from cold ashes
the deepest roots will endure
the brightest flowers will provide
the seeds will turn the land green
until the land begins to rot
poison spread by a pumping heart
to drive away the lands corrupters
whether it whispers or roars
passion and rage reflected in the storm
nothing more ominous than peace
nothing more predictable than chaos
the twisting winds of change
care not for your desired future
drowning in the depths of curiosity
weathering the waves of uncertainty
luck may save you or leave you stranded
when the tide comes in make sure you are far away
some say truth is found in the light
but then what hides in the shadows it cast
some may be blinded
and become thankful for the dark
About the Creator
Hufflecup
I want nothing more than to dedicate my life to writing, so I figured I would start here to test the waters. I will be submitting stories to as many communities as possible.
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