Memory Lane
Josh
@gracedpen
A spoken word poet and a beautifician.
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The do.
Crimsoned eyes
walked
helter-skelter
In the room
laced with darkness.
Thumping heart;
whirring fan
painted the scene in blue
Shriveled sounds
sneaked into our ear
as we peak from the window.
Josh Wealth Pampam ©
We only heard the sound and glitz, nothing else.
By: Josh Wealth
The do.
Crimsoned eyes
walked
helter-skelter
In the room
laced with darkness.
Thumping heart;
whirring fan
painted the scene in blue
Shriveled sounds
sneaked into our ear
as we peak from the window.
Josh Wealth Pampam ©
Though we eavesdropped, yet we can't fathom what was going on. Do you know?
Illusional world
Where are they that went asleep?
The ones we had, but ne'er keep
Right here in front of our eyes
They flared away in the sky
Yet, we pet our mind not to fret
As if we knew the world they went.
Josh Wealth Pampam ©
The dead are gone.
By: Josh Pampam
Let's live.
Our father flattered culture,
they laced life with every bit of it;
they veiled our skin, blackened our eyes
and handed our heart in its hand.
A call for the youth to rise to responsibility.
