Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Storms

Little do voids matter,
For what was in us is given.
Of the men we were,
Not even pebbles remain.
Dreams of boys are done,
Open eyes scare now,
For those stares are glass,
Meaningless somehow.
A terrible storm is moving in,
Hell what do I care
I will be dead by then.

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