Another day in the darkness of mankind

Another day in the darkness of mankind
Whose love is the scraps of torn paper sheets
On which I cling like an unwanted survivor
Straddling the oblivion between groups of people

And picking dirt out of an unbandaged wound
Is like picking love out of the darkness of mankind
Every day the demon wind sows seeds of malcontent
Pulling the blanket of the sun from under our feet

Only a child can glimpse what love can be
Whose summer holidays are the bond of sun and water
And every day is a dream come true
Fed and clothed and sleeping under the stars

Not knowing pain or tears or old age
Until the careless world breaks them away

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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