clownsac

I walk these dark, cold, desolate streets. There's no sunshine, no green grass.  just the putrid smell of exhaust fumes, and the ugly site of the stained snow.  Dark cold and baron this place has become.  there's no joy here, there's no happiness.  Just sadness, and failure. everywhere you turn is another person with nothing left to give. what is this world becoming, an empty shell of the former glory that it once was. There seems to be almost no help of reviving this place. But yet a glimmer of light still shines through.  But no one notices, no one helps.  Everyone continues to just walk by.

Crystalline hues glisten,  glint in sparkling starry eye's, like that of which i have seen a thousand times before, and like non i have ever seen.Best is a word i don't use often, it is full of love and respect, it says world what i think about you.When darkness offered nothing but terror, and daylight waited for dark,  you lifted me above fear and reminded me that love has a shadow face,  and hair like ravens wings.this a poem for a dear friend of mine i lost as a teenager.