Broken Shadows

Lament for disillusioned youth,
Take a little time to gather your breathe,
Restless, still we evoke the moon
To follow in our stride

Running backwards out of time,
To find a place Ill call my own.
So hard to find your peace,
When yourlost this far from home.

The tempest clouds cast broken shadows
Over the gathered crowds as silence hangs so heavy in the air

To look back now, you’d be pushed to know you were ever there at all.

Drift on down the river of existence,
Know all your knowing, show me the way for a while,
So I can rest my weary eyes,
Swallowing up the last rays of the dying sun.

You’re looking for love in all the wrong places,
Faking your smiles to all the wrong faces.

Time to change, to rearrange the mantle and the moon
Bare your wounds girl; I’ll find out soon enough
What it is that makes you bleed.

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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