Submissions by MyTruthBeTold517

Water stilled, frozen by an unfeeling heart
The foreseeable end, is nothing like the memory start
Promises were made, but somehow all assailed
Understanding lost hope, seeing that love has failed
Convicting one’s heart, looking somewhere deep
Wringing out memories, that puddle like weep

Reflecting back to another time, another place
Knowing what was, overlapping hearts to trace
When it was easier to hold and to become as one
But now, different paths await, for each to run
We each own our lives, to go our own way
It is our choice,...

The purity of light darkens our eyes
Blurring the past, and what ahead lies
It’s not the shadow that hides what should be seen
But within our self, to our own destruction do we lean
The clarity is there, but hidden by pride
We dare not accept, we only set aside
Can we not see, do we not care?
Do we not fear the demon’s lair?
The signs, the warnings, they cry aloud
And yet un-cautiously we approach, seeing only a shroud
Reaching, straining hoping for hope,
Finding only heavy chains and binding rope
We touch, but it seems not real ...

Wrought: To be formed by a hammer
 
Trudging the path to which we have been led
Pressed between the living and the dead,
Seeing the present as an eternal task
Drinking its sorrows from an ever filling flask
What happened to our dreams thus far?
Ripped from our souls, leaving a tattooed scar?
Where are the hopes, that carried us here?
All washed away in salty and bitter tear?
 
Do we dare to dream, again to hold hope
Or is the fear to lose beyond what we can cope?  
The path is ever bending, the future it shrouds ...