The Great Unknown.
The Snow drifts carelessly, clouds my vision so white.
My heart beats relentlessly, On this cold Winters night.
I wonder of my future, I wonder of my past.
In a World forever changing, does anything ever last ?
The Seed won’t grow until it’s sown.
You can’t get Blood out of a Stone.
Every lost Soul is just trying to get home.
As we Sleepwalk into...
The Great Unknown.
As the Sun rises in the morning, the Snow begins to melt.
I recall all the meanings within the feelings that were subconsciously felt.
Am I the only Actor in denial? Who unconsciously plays his part ?
Who wears a mask of a Smile? To cover a fragile Heart ?
The Seed won’t grow until it’s sown.
You can’t get Blood out of a Stone.
Every lost Soul is just trying to get home.
As we Sleepwalk into...
The Great Unknown.
A Snow flake soft and delicate, soon turns to cold hard Ice.
Awaiting the warmth of sunshine but at what sacrifice.
A taste feeds a hunger, hunger breeds need.
You begin to wonder in the magic of the Seed.
The Seed won’t grow until it’s sown.
You can’t get Blood out of a Stone.
Every lost Soul is just trying to get home.
As we Sleepwalk into...
The Great Unknown.
About the Creator
Steven Baldry
I have been writing Poetry since I was a teenager. Now in my late thirties I enjoy it more than ever. I find it a wonderful release and it helps me to free my mind and understand myself and my emotions.
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