I'M SEARCHING WITH UNFOCUSED EYES,
TRYING TO CLEAR MY VISION
TO THE IMAGES BLURRED BY TIME.
THE SOUNDS ARE IN MY MIND,
THOUGH DEAFENED, LIKE EARDRUMS
SHATTERED BY TIME.
I TRY TO CATCH UP,
BUT I'M RUNNING IN PLACE,
I TRY CALLING OUT,
BUT NO SOUND ESCAPES.
SO CLOSE, BUT FAR AWAY,
THE ROAD TO YESTERDAY,
CAN IT BE TRAVELED,
OR BARRED ALONG THE WAY?
WILL THE PIECES DISPERSED
COME TOGETHER AGAIN,
OR ARE THEY SCATTERED,
LOST, AND COME
TO AN END?
THE MIND REJECTS,
THE HEART ACCEPTS,
AND ONLY THE SOUL
KNOWS THE ANSWER.
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Lily May Emerald (
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Comments1
Brilliant!!!
Parents voicing concerns in a
'mother tongue' that's becoming
a stranger
with every alphabet, we forget
stolen cultures
by that thieving plague of Time
but still, we try to reconnect
attempt to belong, but
for every word in a sentence
we can't, grasp
our tethers to that who
we're supposed to be
loosens its grip, becoming
more frail by the day;
so, exasperated and deflated
we abandon it all
choose to invest in the abundant
now
all around us, this adopted land
that's offered us salvation
and we begin, to speak like them
think like them, become them
but
when time's get tough and taxes
get hiked
we're denoted
to mere drains on resources
stared at, like strangers
by those we called friends, just yesterday!
(and they think
'we'
chose this life...)
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