Voices roar and rumble
Through the sands of time
Memories are like shadows
That vandalize the mind
Dreaming, screaming, floating down
Mumbling, grumbling, voices sound
Saints go left, sinners right
Everyone, into the light
Life passes by, from young to old
Review perceptions that you hold
Questions asked, without a word
The loudest silence every heard
Suddenly, it all concludes
Time has come to pay the dues
Time has come to weight the soul
This is when the truth be told!
Saints go left, sinners right
Everyone, into the light
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willyweed (
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Comments1
You have portrayed this piece very beautifully, and with a nice rythmic flow.
Nicely penned, fellow poet.
~RTBH
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