Who hears the sound of running feet
Our world reverberates defeat
While strangers view the failing trend
When will this anger ever end ?
How tired have we all become
With vision clear to only some ?
My passion washes down the drain
Promising no, not e’er again
The silence closes in once more
Too soon our Lord may bar the door !
It doesn’t matter what I say
Sometimes my breath gets blown away
It doesn’t matter what I think
Sometimes I feel I’m on the brink !
It’s really hard to stay on track
Sometimes I want my body back
I am so tired of life on strike
Although I’ve learned to push the “Like”.
As I observe my patience grow
So many things I did not know
Get clearer still for me to see
There’s so much more that’s yet to be !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 