Inside and out

Looking after something as it silenty whistles in the wind,

singing, screaming out in pain longing to not have sinned.

Peace is the echo of all of the people who are born, of all of those who die,

a murderer who's a coward, a muderer's cry.

Life never was, is, as simple as a blissfully summers day

an inviolate mind can but hope, dream, pray.

The screech of a baby, the squeal of a plead,

the ticking of time, a bomb, the root from a seed.

"Maybe one day" they said

until i turned around, they had all fled.

My mind is scarred, eternally broken i can feel it near,

i cry and shake as nerves replace me as it takes over, FEAR.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"Life never was, is, as simple as a blissfully summers day

an inviolate mind can but hope, dream, pray."

Wonderful how you write and convey...Bravo

[Heather]

thank you it means such a lot for you to review, especially as the review is coming from you, thank you! :D

[Sami Khalil]

Same here...You are welcome...:)......................

[Heather]

It is appreciated, :D

[Sami Khalil]

It is deserved...:)................