The sound of Heaven a distant beat.
Echoes through teeming hills
Black with fire burning dim.
Footsteps with pounding shake,
Bouncing sparks and rock.
Shining sun springing away like midnight,
Silence like sunset.
The flight with wings of iron.
Digging graves with fingernails
A hole filled with tears.
And this poem kinda sucks
Because it’s making me sad.
Echoes through teeming hills
Black with fire burning dim.
Footsteps with pounding shake,
Bouncing sparks and rock.
Shining sun springing away like midnight,
Silence like sunset.
The flight with wings of iron.
Digging graves with fingernails
A hole filled with tears.
And this poem kinda sucks
Because it’s making me sad.
| 
Email this Book review
| 
Add to reading list
