Penciled Waterfalls
A man, with the sunrise in his hair,
His brain on the computer screen,
Does little to raise flames from his chair,
A lone voice, in a helmet, goes unseen.
The gates to the long roads seem closed,
With peace as the forgotten destination.
The penciled waterfalls look opposed,
As a dead man will lose the confrontation.
The streaming river of information runs dry;
Only from the failure of drinking, it loses rain.
All eyes see the same goal, afraid to try,
To walk the road alone, is to walk with all but pain.
A frosted looking glass leads the world astray,
The straw, through which we destroy ourselves,
Left a hole in the bed, from where it lay,
Is prized as our destruction, and kept upon the shelves.
Sometimes, it's the desperate that save us all,
As, in their hair, the sun begins to set.
Old, wearied, fallen from walk to crawl,
Our batteries all expire, repaying our only debt.
Colourless Rainbows arc the paper skies,
In the book, forgotten, lying on the floor.
Beyond imagination, the story flies,
Of how peace can exist, it's what we fight for.
By Rion Brodie (Nightbreaker)
Tell me what the words are trying to say, in comment form.
I know what the meaning was for me, as I was writing it, but each person seems to have their own view on it, their own meanings.
that's the beauty of poetry, I suppose.
Also, be sure to watch the Planetoid series, I'm puttering along at getting the fourth one out.
They haven't really had much attention.
That would be awesome, thanks.
xBlazeUK
Wow that was deep.
Fate
thank you.