Bare truth

on old street tiles,
beneath the fallen leaves,
through one broken window,
onto bruised knees,
like a nights own light,
and a feared deaf’s tone,
in a peculiar way,
bleeding of all wisdom,
in a damn dark day,
no morning birds chirping,
and no more screaming
but a distant thunder

you must be mistaken
and i must be dreaming

written by: ME

about the ignorance of upbringings of current war.


~ by vermilion moon on May 31, 2009.

2 Responses to “Bare truth”

  1. Nice….

  2. Thanks Buddy

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