The light shines down bright
Upon the path
For those who have one.
I have none.
They talk of hope, love, compassion
And of the good things in life;
They make me laugh.
I believed them, once
Saw the world with rosy eyes
Till they got burnt.
No hope for the damned like me
No silver lining, either
When the clouds are of fire
There are no Gods, nor salvation
For the likes of me.
2 comments:
state of mind?
no
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