Modern Losses

And such is a mind
I have never seen;
another branch
of a decaying world.
The lost crimson yesterdays,
a bleak and lonely play.

We want it all.
We want it now.

Love disguises
the greed with pain,
darkness conquers.

by Sandra Osborne

Comments (1)

even in the darkness your find may have to look a little more but its thier.