Michael Willson


Escape From The Lost World - Poem by Michael Willson

When a light is changed to night,
To night, so dark and delight, that
Silent kills every day, on her way,
And dark kills every sound of fallen tears.

Just to kill us, and the,
Rest of Angels on this blue bus.
And all becaus we was, on the,
Wrong place, and in the write time.

Now we are so far away,
And nobody hear our voice,
Until the begining of the new day.

We are lost ourselfs in brains,
'Couse they keep holding us in these chains.
Futuring nights me and my soul,
We can't escape a beasts control.

We try so hard, to resist,
But the beast won't let us exist.
Finally we realise, all we need to do,
Is look allaway up to the skies.

So we look, allaway to skies, and the beast,
Couldn't follow our eyes, so she,
She let my bird flies.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 21, 2011


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