Wild roses losing their petals in the wind;
reWind the future, left forever in the past.
Watery tears, falling on deaf ears
Wilted blossoms, forgotten women.
Wide-open are the eyes of them
Weary and blind – wet from fright.
Wasted wars, too many died.
Wearing paper crowns made of fire
Weaknesses ignored, wilderness rediscovered
Wild at heart, we want to run – be free,
Walking toward the cut-down willow trees.
Wailing, staring at the cracked walls in our fragile minds
“Well, I do not know if this was ever real.”
Was it a dream, will we ever breathe?
Wondrous promises, delightfully unaware
Whispered secrets blown into thin air.
White flowers on coffins and graves
We wanted to be strong but wasted away,
Washing off our sorrow with the ashes of our sins.
Worried silence. Shhhh. Don’t say a word. It stays all within.