Heart scarred, battle-worn, weary;
Eyes inside unable to see through clouds clearly.

Voices like thunder, like whispers, like chant;
Resounding an inner, deafening rant.

Time yesterday, today, tomorrow, both now and so long ago;
Who will still the sounds, the tears, the words that no one can ever know?

1 comments:

Nice.

Good luck with everything.

8:55 PM  

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