Painted on the tapistree
and all i see is the snow and mangled branches of trees
dark skies envlope the souls of empty dreams
nothing ever is what it seems
they walk in silence hoping to find the way
for a better place somewhere safe
the sight makes the devils laugh in glee
and the eyes of the beholder scream to be freed
the devils smile
and the figurines in the snows reach to breathe
lost dreams and chaos written in the tapistree
cold harsh snow peirces the feet
nothing is what it seems
never peacful
because of rotted dreams and memories
will you hear the screams of the hurt, the deprived?
they hold onto what they can just to survive
and the crows caw into the night
knowing of the worst to come
maybe the rest will die and the ones left will
stand....but most likely fall.
and this is what the peacful tapistree really is breathing out
sadness of a sad history of broken dreams
um im not sure of what i was trying to speak out about
but i was feeling a little sad when i wrote this and just spilled out words on paper i ended liking the end result. lol im not that great at poetry, so please be gentle.
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