Not being able to completely hide,
The wind of incertitude flowing around,
None of the answers seem to be found
Walking past the graveyard of thoughts,
Trying to pick out lost words,
In this moment of poetic drought,
Looking up to the freedom of birds
With no limits beyond the sky,
Where everything's too good a lie,
He opens his eyes to the future beyond,
Working towards a new dawn
Hopeful of joyful times ahead,
An end to these gloomy days,
Throughout the journey the innocent bled,
As the fiends always found their way
Uncertain of what the future beholds,
Yet eager to work his way through,
Like the sunflower, his vision unfolds,
As the clouds of poetic drought bid adieu
Solid post KA - you have some skills. Keep writing, and by all means avoid poetic drought.
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