Belittled Death



I was your ant 

and you were my shoulder

We shared so much memories

and crashed down the walss

but these walls will forever stand firm

and these crosses will remind of our lost

far away from the embrace of warriors

and right in the steads of glory

we become the angels that will forever bloom

like clouds of forbidden desire

we climb back to time

believeing in the future

but who knows we are lost

and where is the hand of beauty

for all we've found are mysteries

and all we've cried are tears

so where is that ladder from Heavens

for man knows hell

This poem is about: 
Our world


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