Divine Writings

Tag: poem

  • Cruel Lover

    It’s cruel, dreams are cruel; The bitter taste of reality compares not to the euphoric sweetness of what dreams can give. Dreams are a cruel love, not because they do not reciprocate, dreams are a cruel love because they are a precious gem guarded and protected by those who have none. Yet, I weep for…

  • The End?

    Is this the end? Are we destined to go into the night, quiet and tearful? Is this the end? Our fears realized, and our lives gone. Is this the end? Dead, dying, gone? Is this the end? Night and day, passing slowly, mocking, jeering, laughing. Is this the end? All hope gone, all cares gone,…

  • Ashes of Home

    Nothing but ashes remain, ashes and memories, what was once your life is now gone, so weep; Weep all that has been taken from you, the smiles, the tears, the laughs, all of it is nothing but ash. Ashes of your life, ashes of your memories, ashes of our homes, weep; Weep when the first…