Time will go by, winds will pass
But the hurt the heart harbors won't alas!
Buried deep in thoughts and memory,
In tears and the feel of reality.
They won't Passover nor let you move on,
They will return when it be past dawn.
Tears can be wiped away beloved
But the pain and sorrow will forever be harbored.
Alone you feel, lost on your road,
The worldly eyes weighing you down with its load.
You do what you need to,
but never enough
The road of life is rough,
stands to make you tough.
You try to be, make clear to see,
But on this struggle do not lose thee.
Sorrow will preside till it be morrow
Once said a great man,
But if in life all we have is sorrow
What can be done then?
We push away the thought,
pull away from fear.
But for those thoughts, we fought,
Those we fear we keep most near.
Stuck in the circle, there is no ending
Given a chance, all we can do is mending.
But yet again I ask kind, sir,
If forth we put our deepest fear.
How can we know for sure,
When morrow comes,
no longer we will endure?
Ceasing this pain brought upon this plight
How do we know that it will vanish into the night?
But alas! Mortals are their own kind
Will do anything to put at peace their mind.
Hope as a burning candle will always burn,
A virtue to a truth need not be earned.
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Kaleidoscope
Poetry'A poem is a poets way to convey a big message with little words' This is a kaleidoscope of emotions transformed into poetry, each telling a different story. It makes you want to look at things from a different point of view. In a world so busy wher...
