The Longing


I long for things that cannot be
Their images are all I can see
I put out my hands reaching
Trying so hard and always seeking
But only touch the shadows lurking
While others stand around smirking
Their mouths start to gape like black holes
Showing the darkness of their souls
Their words like snakes fall
From minds that seem so small
Their eyes like bugs creep
Wanting the things they cannot keep
Creating in me a great pity
For the ones not welcomed in the golden city
They created a whole new hell
From the moment they fell
The wings they had torn to rags
Times of their great feats they love to brag
About the powers that were once theirs
When they were the Lord's heirs
The beauty that was once put into songs
Is now transformed into the sound of gongs
These great dreams and more have been seen
But only by those who have minds that are still keen
The future has been told in times past
These great lessons shall always last

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