Below is the poem entitled Endless Silence of the Truth which was written by poet
Sharpe. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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For the time has come to gather around.
We should join in our hearts the endless laughing moments.
Everything around exist for us to become and to be.
Why do we forget that the leaves on trees will not always be there?
Why do we show hatred when there is so much love to share?
The time crawls upon and then it all ends.
The ending of what we should have always known.
We all do not know the endless truth about the ones who suffered for our own tears to cry.
We carry on and live the days and nights in denial.
The time has come and yet, it is always ignored.
In the crowd there is those few that smile when you need them the most.
Right next to you might have been your friend that you dismissed because you were busy.
He or she migh have called on you when the tears ran deep.
Sadly, that person knew you would forget his or name.
For the time has always been a refreshing ray of new beginnings though.
The time has been a friend to you.
It is not special when someone else gives you their time?
The leaves are not always there for you to see.
The limbs get weaker as the day passes on.
We should join together for all of us to be and become.
Everything exist as a warm glow.
In silence the whisper of the wind says nothing is everything because it all exist.