And The Night Falls Short Poem by Samlayy Broussard

They Are Trying My Patience...
Continue To Break The Fall, Of Equality.
Sadness and Envy... And No Silence Awaits On The Other Side.
All Just Noise, Which No one Is Yet To Understand.

Brutal Mistakes Wanting To Be Released Again By Its Own Creator.
Mistakes Never Forgotten, But Put To The
Side.


All Senses On Deck,
Yet No Motion.
Everyone Sees Themselves Through The Mirror Of Oblivion.

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And The Night Falls Short.
The Child Opening Its Eyes To See The Sun.
Not Knowing The Meaning Of Life...
Which No one Knows For Certain.

The Morn Of A Casualty,
Waiting To Be Heard.
Yet Not Only Speaking For Himself...
But For The Rest of The World.
Sadness Runs Down The Cheek Of A Mother Who Lost Her Son.

Angels Seeming So Pure,
But In The Past Lacking It.
Continue On Your Path Of Loneliness,
And Find Nothing.


No One Can Save The Damned, Only The Damned Can Save Themselves.

Dressing Up Mannequins And Pretending To Be Someone.
Not Knowing Who Your Pretending To Be.

As The Night Falls Short...

The World Smiles At The Motionless Canvas,
That Holds Beauty And Truth In Its Hands.


A Lonely Beggar,
Wanting One Last Taste Of Water Before He Fades.

Seeing The Truth Right Before Your Eyes,
Isnt What You Really Wanted.
When It Happens,
You Wish It Only Be A Dream.

No Comfort For Lost Souls, And Stupid Actions.

People Need Eachother Even If They Dont Want To Be Helped.
Even If Your Hated By Everyone For who You Really Are,
Someone At Some Point Needs You.
And Its Becoming So Uncertain,
When And Where.



The World Has Its Own Truth Behind It.
And We Are Here To Figure It Out.

Or..

To Just Live And Die.
Over And Over.
A Cycle That No one Understands Or Knows Of.

Dreaming Becomes Reality At Some Point.
And At That Point You'll Be Scared To Realize...
It Ever Happened/