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Age Of Cruelty.
Where careless call
the strands of time
and life no longer
bears a rhyme,
her hands which long
forgot the pen
can't take her back
to where and when.
No roaming now
or freedom found
within her mind
so tightly bound
beyond her window
now unknown,
where concrete crawls
no seeds are sown.
The fields outside
no more show green
for life has taken
from her dream,
shades of mist
dark cloud her eye.
No loved one near
to heed her cry.
sometimes I think the world
sometimes I think the world has become a plastic holocaust of empty-headed nonsense. and love is something most people no longer know the meaning of. sad the world has come to this.
Yes I totally agree, it won't
Yes I totally agree, it won't be long before love becomes non P C. like everything else. Thank you for commenting it's much appreciated. :-) Sue.
Solemnity In Verse
"...where concrete crawls/no seeds are sown..." Adored this line :S
Thank you so much Alison, it
Thank you so much Alison, it is a fear of mine. Sue xx