#WritcoPoemPrompt97
Standing at the edge of reality and disbelief,
A broken soul shivers deep,
Was torn and shattered on the reef,
A good person that you burned to ground with your beliefs

waiting with your eyes, making the clock slow down
a funny color flashes by, fading without a sound
a wacky voice that echos round
chases haste with you but you never found

because that smile tends to fade
and barter itself further and further away
A beach that somehow forgets to wave
ice that's makes your body decay

and ironic story I was born to tell
a small child grown up,
an angel born in hell.


a deaf person heard that scream
one that even the blind can see
God forbid the quiet ones dare to speak
you mean nothing if you're an offspring

because forever and ever can pass
but those who are ignorant will push you last
as a broken soul daring to ask
I'm telling you to carve your own path.