in a time

August 16, 2009
By Vertical-Insanity BRONZE, Brooklyn, New York
Vertical-Insanity BRONZE, Brooklyn, New York
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We are in a time when enlightenment is a crime,
voices silenced leaving only echoes of the wind chime,
still the sun shines and blinds with deep hues of lime light,
not bright like the mind of a life that's mine,

We are in a time when honor is the value of a dime,
pride murdered leaving only memories of the divine,
still the wind blows and grows in strengths not of mankind,
not gentle like the heart of a man that's mine,

We are in a time when love is the forgotten rhyme,
emotions shattered leaving only pieces of the sublime,
still the clouds thicken and deepen with shades of gray color,
But it does conquer the soul of a man who is no longer whole,

A true lost soul.


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