Forgotten realms held dear memories
Times that could have
Would have been
but Instead
I ran around in my mind waiting for the sky to fall

Trusted advisors and foreign friends
Became part of the enemies
In my heart
I closed my eyes waiting for the world to burn

Fire and hailstorm did reign
And distance people cried
Don’t shoot
I opened my heart to the pain of it all

For it is a mad, mad world that
We are living in
Where time and space
Feeds the black holes of our society
And the innocent
Man
Is shot dead
7 times

I cried my tears for all those lost
Those yet to be
What would have been
Those dear memories

I walked along the darkened road
Where my adversaries prowl
And waited
For my friends and family

I closed my mind to the destruction of it all
And lived
With the choices that I made
Water and wind guiding me

To the light
Out of this mad, mad world.

Liyona is an “average joe” kind of writer who likes to think about ordinary things and then write them down. Ever since she can remember, she has been rhyming words and creating lyric poems. During her college years, she took a more serious bent toward writing and started to post on her blog (The Life and Times of a Quirky Character.) Currently, she resides on the East Coast of the United States just north of the country’s capital.