They replaced the road.
with a different colour.
A much lighter grey,
then the other tiles,
that overlap and flow.
They replaced the road,
to mask the crimson red,
to stop children from seeing splatters on the tile,
growing up too young.
They replaced the road
so that we don't have to see
as those who are gone are always forgotten.
But we won't forget you,
who made us realise the impermanence
Too young, we are for this.
They replaced the road,
But I don't go there anymore
I don't see the lighter grey,
of which crimson used to be,
before, there was security
a bliss of ignorance.
Becuase with every loss of life,
there comes new
a new feeling
a new sadness
a new road tile.
What else has been covered up?
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 9:14 AM UTC
They replaced the road.
with a different colour.
A much lighter grey,
then the other tiles,
that overlap and flow.
They replaced the road,
to mask the crimson red,
to stop children from seeing splatters on the tile,
growing up too young.
They replaced the road
so that we don't have to see
as those who are gone are always forgotten.
But we won't forget you,
who made us realise the impermanence
Too young, we are for this.
They replaced the road,
But I don't go there anymore
I don't see the lighter grey,
of which crimson used to be,
before, there was security
a bliss of ignorance.
Becuase with every loss of life,
there comes new
a new feeling
a new sadness
a new road tile.
What else has been covered up?
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