Is It Poetry
My Fellow Brothers And Sisters - Poem by Is It Poetry
Here where it's dark, like you I still watch.
Ironic delusions such rich metaphors, I could still use, I shall not.
Millions have come and I have since paid the price.
Now that green summer is gone here where I wait, fall arrives.
Here where it's light, where I deeply sleep scantily covered in green.
Like you I once was, even then I am here like all of you now.
Trapped each night in this desperate dream there where your at.
Where out side looking in through the cold frosted glass, I shall wait.
Heavenly Father for those whom believe and for those whom need prayer
and dread the coming of night, sharing your dreams with a stranger.
Sleeping your sleep and as such like a theif, I have come.
As a giant purple moth that flies deep into the light it echoes the past,
as to why I am yours and you being great thus as such aren't you mine?
Now here where I speak to those that are dead and breathing each breath
the breath of white light that flows out at night from your mouth,
and into the breasts of those whom in need have need of their rest.
Out side where it's dark fall has arrived as I shut my eyes winter comes.
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