Tuesday, May 1

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I believe the future will bring nothing more but darkness and the only light is literature,at one point in time it was such a brilliant light.now?a solitary candle shaking and shivering in this world that we have built.have we really built it or is our hope just a candle waiting to be blown out?

We have all been blind folded,

Tragically they will be removed but our eyes will fall upon

If only I could explain to those who's contributions lead us to this that they bring only bliss in it's truest form,ignorance.

Words are now overlooked and hold no meaning,they are
nothing more than facades that mask feelings that are never

Why was I brought up in such a ungrateful era?

Why must I suffer with the rest who forced themselves into
submission and created a tomb to seal away what little hope
we ever had?

I could read every writen word,every stained page,every line
in the dirt and carving in the limestone and still never figure
out what to tell the ones around me.

I'm am stuck in this time where the days grow darker and the
nights grow cold,but no matter how close we huddle together we will all freeze in the crypt we have dug.

In these walls we put up I find that we had nothing to be
afraid of and instead of a barricade,we all along should have
built a ladder.

Submitted: May 01, 2012

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