Left to wander, not to wait,
More-so the helpless lost in disgrace.
You burned on a matchbook,
Lost pride to the ground,
Trees grew from ashes left by the sound
We carved our names within our skin,
But before it was over we had yet to begin,
Waiting became the question,
A desire for familiar comfort,
As a riot grew within the damned city,
Blooming guns and flowers left to rot from within.
Left to wonder, not to wait,
Left to fall to pieces, like shattered glass
The moon appeared to lost to wane,
And stuck she became,
To powerful not proud
Lost the meaning of words left unsaid,
And left to wander, not to wade.
Floating on sky clouds lost in disgrace.
And we’re sitting here craved bone shone to sun,
Sitting here mangled ash painted veins,
Waiting the game we knew so well,
The new became the heart.
Waiting for that moment last, the moment waited
Came to fast,
Left to wander not to wait
The dreams of gates closed to the saints.
Burning the forest down with our words,
The holy matron lost within girth and though we
Knew it was not to last,
The fires burned and beacon in the dark.
We sat with the carvings joyous in the healing.
Left to wonder not to wait,
In the end its all the same it never began to end.
Left to wonder not to wait we stood and walked away |
Submission Name: Left to wonder, not to wait. 
