Here I stand,
By my hearts demand,
In a tarnished land,
And the broken sand,
Nothing left in sight,
Without the hearts delight,
I give up my fight,
Now a beaten knight,
Once I'd held you,
With a love deep and true,
Now I've lost you,
And the world that I knew,
Peace has left our minds,
Made our hearts unkind,
Without a love that binds,
There is nothing left to find,
Look around us my friend,
There is nothing left to defend,
This home is too lost to mend,
Can you not see this is the end?
About the Creator
Hazel Steele
Hello, my name is Hazel Steele. I primarily write fictional stories and poems. If requested, I will write works of non-fiction, as I enjoy research and studying.
Thank you for taking the time to glance at my profile.
-H.L. Steele
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Message Me Afterwards
>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall6 days ago in Fiction
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