A Walk Through Time
Remembering times of fear and disbelief...
When all the words spoken spilled with grief...
From a time of feathered heartache and loss...
Never getting through, and treading with a cross...
Holding pain inside as choices were not mine...
Lifting up my spirits alone with music and time...
Standing tall in a valley as the rocks tumble down...
Glimmers of light peak through as I speak with no sound...
A poets words thrown on the floor till the paper grabs it all...
Expressions of life and love as my whisper answers the call...
My pen and mind project images like a silent movie...
But the words scream out loud to tell of love and misery...
Walls and carpeted floors are my playground to write...
Not just of sadness , but a man who found his flight...
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