Bells

Bells held a certain ring of hope,

In days back then lands bared so much,

Death and hunger all within touch,

It's like there east way as we speak.

This should keep them set a far,

Tied with a rope - forget all they are,

If in doubt of what would be, 

Without that question I'd never see,

The same no mention's to fall on too,

Life means a cue, to "who are you"?.

Bells hold regard for little here,

Only some shall hear them now,

The far heard sounds land On deaf ears, 

for some memories bring nothing but tears.

Reviews

[~M&A~]

I love how it don't rhyme in the beginning and yet the second part does, and then goes out again as like the beginning, as if starting over again. ^^ nice write, I liked it a lot. Keep it up.

[Ripple of Aqua]

It's not visual in the least, but it still gave me a clear picture. Wonderful.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A touching and regarded piece of full and excellent repose, well done, good read