the old is gone the new has come

The old is gone the new has come,
A passenger in waiting for the stop,
the belt hangs loosely by her side,
the trees fading in the distance,
a hotel closing down,
a black cloud hangs low,
far more than four years ago,
when th rest are in cheer..
we're sulking and tears brimming,
heroes of the past and present,
the state crumbling,
The old is gone...,
a far cry,
and mummurs are heard,
the new not withstanding,
the new dawn, they claim so bright,
a nation scatters in fright,
Wisdom comes with age,
an adage?
so when the black skies release,
and their childrens children hide,
turning into gatherers of money and fame,
Yet we mourn,the dew not even vapour,
but the leasing starts,
When the old is gone the new comes in...so as i know that the clock never does stop ticking, and the time will come when the makers of the nation will be no more.

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Alone

Sadness engulfs me, the smell of rain the shiver that comes with the cold rush feeds into my soul I shudder a little, tears freely fall I’m reminded of every word, every touch, every whisper I feel naked, used and abused Reality always did move as it pleased longing for a touch, a genuine touch A freeze in time for it to last forever Dreams rarely come true, heartfelt moments disappear as vapor Like a lone tree, with shriveled up leaves, I continue to wallow in my sadness moving how the wind pleases, bracing the merciless rain drops Nothing to cover my shame, no shadow of color I bleed, I bleed with sorrow How then did life get to this, how then can I rise from the ashes? Bernice Alela

Her Burden

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Crash and Burn, its the only way how.

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