Treasure Island

Lilly Emery


The Day To Long


The Day To Long
The Day to a long Night had come
A thing so terrible had been endured
All alone is me,
I told my soul to never give in to my weaken heart.
The beauty of my ruin may be best
appreciated by a rank outsider,
I told my heart to sing on High,
without the context of a view that's wider.
Behind the fallen walls there often lie
sad stories of of the night that falls
inhabitants who perished,
in homes that once abandoned now supply
the ruins travelers long have cherished.
Strings had been snap
The heart of Atoms blown
The pleasure coming from the beauty within,
Until my morn comes again ,
appeals to anyone who's sentimental
when seeing signs of others' judgment days.

Lilly Emery

Submitted: Tuesday, June 17, 2014

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