1000 Dead Men

There were times I’d start writing, something sounding so profound just a minute ago, but somehow failing to now astound as the words wearily work their way out of my fingertips.

Their passion isn’t there.

Their colour isn’t there.

Their life isn’t there.

All that is there, are words.

Dead words; A thing worse than 1000 dead men. Words are meant to be eternal. Words are meant to carry a legacy, Lessons one never forgets.

A message,

A story.

HIStory.

So pay close attention to these words, as I still make something of them yet.

– Gill.T

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