In the depth of time
Somewhere along a street
Seemingly endless.
I see shadows of the past
Passing hither and tither
Crossing every narrow path
Somewhere along a street
Seemingly endless.
A moment quite
Like the stillness of Monet's impression
Colors and light, but quietness inexplicable
Somewhere along a street
Seemingly endless.
I see trails of laughter shrouded in pain
Floating in the musky air
Somewhere along a street
Seemingly endless.
I see deadness all along, shadowy though
Masking a reality of a world of battling egos
Where the fittest survives, the weakest dies
Somewhere along a street
Seemingly endless.
I see I am becoming a shadow
Trying to hide from the war
That paints the earth with blood
And buries the body of many
Somewhere along a street
Seemingly endless.
I see
I am awakened
A dream gone
But the grimy faces of war
Remain
to stitch gory stories
Of maimed physiques, blinded souls,
And hopelessness.
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