• clifton 15w

    All Of This...

    All of this, until forever,
    Can dull its shade,
    Pull down the blind,
    On this faux parade.
    The green within trees,
    Has become pale,
    The strength of youth,
    Has become frail,
    All of this, until I die,
    You can keep your clear blue skies,
    I shall be in the dark,
    Hiding behind a question mark.
    Why is this such cruelty,
    That we suffer in purgatory?
    Where do we ever find peace,
    After someone's love has ceased?
    ©clifton