Post by NeverMore on May 26, 2004 15:06:32 GMT -5
where the rains fell
on the silent streets
when the snow drifts
found the sides of hills
silence creeps slowly
through the darkened skies
here is a place
deep in my soul
that shines no light
on the mornings sighs
with the lost and forgotten
sleeping in their boxes called home
here in the backwoods
of a city so dark
the forgotten and discarded
shiver tight in themselves
one more box crumbles
taken away by tomorrow
will the lights ever shine
on the streets built on sorrow
the pains of the body
ever filled by contentment
a silent blank marker
says this corner is empty