just gonna write some poemy crap, continual editing to come)
So clouded is the day that children walk unrecognised
faltered by their shadowed and callous driven minds
Unconvinced of consequence, pain riddled and disease
of bystanders and allies brought down to their knees
Where friends once stood all memories have eroded
In times of approach they now stand degraded
recovery once imminent is now considered obsolete
but hear the cries of those familiar as they entreat
"Where warm and wholesome once stood
does one now reject with a heart of wood
Not able to acknowledge all faults down to individual
To be brash, unmoving and attitude so fickle"
To painful are words, expression of grief
to loose ones love and gather no relief
