The thoughts that seize moments of life,
Move still in the flowing rhythm of life.
When the applause gathers many call,
Shudders the soul in the shell of a wall.
Calls No, it ain't the way it is seen to all,
There is an unsaid story hiding from all.
Some memories of darkness fills in pain,
Some days of silent sobs rise again .
It pricks too hard to think of the words,
That once pierced so sharp like swords.
There was silence then and today,
The heart felt the pain and found a way.
When eyes close to form a series of gaze,
Rises the head in hope of another day.
The only anchor has been the rhymes ,
To listen to the narrations of a sad time.
Move still in the flowing rhythm of life.
When the applause gathers many call,
Shudders the soul in the shell of a wall.
Calls No, it ain't the way it is seen to all,
There is an unsaid story hiding from all.
Some memories of darkness fills in pain,
Some days of silent sobs rise again .
It pricks too hard to think of the words,
That once pierced so sharp like swords.
There was silence then and today,
The heart felt the pain and found a way.
When eyes close to form a series of gaze,
Rises the head in hope of another day.
The only anchor has been the rhymes ,
To listen to the narrations of a sad time.
-SSW
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