And if together we fall,
how many would rise again,
when divided?
How many would gather the pieces
shattered on the roads?
The untrodden and forgotten
within the winds of struggle.
How many words would fade,
unsaid and buried within,
just to drink the toast of
disturbed liberty?
And how many would dream,
when thousands lay insomniac?
Just how many?
Thoughts of you, warm my bones...
3 months ago
a very beautiful poem.
I like how many meanings can be attached to it.
I think it would be more powerful if you cancel the last line and leave it with "when thousands lay insomniac"
Well, actually this is far from being a poem :D I didn't even know how to end it and I got bored so I screwed up at the ending haha.
Thank you for your words =) I agree with you yes!