Raventhedarkgoddess: Hey, I don't normally include notes in my stories- Least of all my poetry- but I wanted to make a note on this one BEFORE I start. First off, I want to dedicate this 'collection' of mine to SnufflesWillRise, for being a great reviewer.
Second off, I want to ask SnufflesWillRise to PLEASE send an e-mail to my address (found in my profile.) The one you left me doesn't show up in the review, and I feel about about not e-mailing you.
Thank you and on with the poem.
Empty Street
I stand on the corner of an empty street,
There's nothing here but the sounds of my feet.
Falling in perfect time with the beat,
of fallen time and empty defeat.
I pass the place where we all fell down,
like tiny toy soldiers that hit the ground.
And nothing was gained and nothing was found.
Springs from time's clock that was too tightly wound.
Move down sidelines into a narrow streetlight,
watching and remembering the sight of the fight.
Heros who strived to make everything right,
and later became lost in the late night.
The raindrops come down in silent, hazing rain.
I'm relying on the feeling just to keep me sane.
I wonder how much longer I can feel your pain.
And what exactly from all this we thought we had to gain.
In protecting people we thought life would fall.
But we didn't know that sometimes we can't save them all.
Falling back and looking at where you painted the wall...
And down and on to my own knees I fall.