The following is a poem my 17 year old son, Davis, wrote. I'm posting it here with his permission.
Alone I walk
Alone I walk
Through the streets of the deceased
Searching the rubble of the fallen
For the one to bring peace to my soul
The wind howls taking signs of life to distant lands
The scrub and weeds grow in cracks along the floor
Dust it settles where none but air flows
The sky it cries for a forgotten soul
White light plays tricks springing up life where none exists
Hidden under broken towers life flashes away as soon as it comes
Death is inevitable to the soul as solitude weaves its grasp
The strongest will survives little longer then the weak
As the sun pierces the heavens casting back the shadows
Life seeps back into the world
Havoc rushes forth sweeping the streets
Alone I walk in the city’s masses
My nephew is deep. I love that he turns his angst into something truly beautiful. Props to Davis.
ReplyDeleteDavis!!!!!!!!!! you are truly amazing! i love you so much and i am glad to have you as a cousin!! your poem is awesome just like you!
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