MillieH's Journal

Such a good and beautiful day

disappears with the setting sun

and up comes the hours of the lost

the seasons first snow fall

and clouds of rain to wash it away

miles and miles in the car

driving to nowhere, no one

a chatter and sociallife

silenlty slipping with the minutes

and long hours alone amongst others

the sparks of hope on the sky

is blocked by the walls around

and thoughts of how it once where

reamerges from where they are hid

The simplest lies, perfected with age

dances on the lips of the lost

letting the truth rest for another day 

Silence, dark and the lack of life

concludes yet another day survived