As they were in memories

  • My footsteps echo in the quiet
    As I ponder the world in desperate dire
    Fear of what there is to come
    When silence speaks so loud and drowned
    In memories of the times since gone.

    How could we have failed so…
    As people choice is what we know.
    Yet somewhere, someone staggered so
    Straying from the path of hope
    Bringing doom to all who dwell.

    I pray from deep within my heart
    That time can change for all of us
    Pray that the world is but a dream
    Or the end to a line of curruption and greed
    That extends its grip to all we see

    Though I feel that I am wrong
    Knowing that the world is gone
    I cling to but a thought of dream
    That the silence isn’t what it seems
    And soon things will return and be

    As they were in memories


    March 30th, 2010 | Matty Angel | No Comments |

About The Author

Matty is a 36 year old girl who is an Autistic Poet, Writer and Artist and lives alone in Christchurch New Zealand with a kitty! Matty has given many talks on autism and about being unique in a world that's often not accepting, Matty has also engaged with artist and worked on Art projects Matty usually works on an Art project at the same time as a writing one! This means posts can be a bit delayed!

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