Connor J Sheffield

Darkest Nights (Darker Days)

Darkest nights

Darker days

Even in a city full of life

The world seems quite dead
Poetry burns within

Like a passion to caress a woman's skin
But the poetry burns
Crumbling into ashes

A Raven watches
A Crow witnesses
Both grinning
Such soulless smiles

Footsteps slam with an echo on the road
Raindrops crash like a bomb
Slowly tearing away the city
But within the rain
Lies tears

I wear the rain like a mask
I wear it with a smile
I walk along the road
I walk a lonely path

The world is a poem
Waiting to be written
The poem is a passion
Waiting to burn

The world
Is waiting to burn