Friday, December 5, 2014

Without Thinking

By Jasmine Simpson
A dull ache to fabled thoughts
Over and over they repeat
Slow, steady, soft
Like a beating heart
Slipping away to drown out the world
The departed cannot return
Bare, absent, gone
Like forgotten dreams
From whence they came we will not know
To wherever they travel we will not see
It is not a world for us
Ruin, decay, chaos
Like a cold nightmare
In brighter worlds we will remain
Though these thoughts abandon
In the wake of generations our light will come
We have a way in the glory of day

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