A Silent Army
The constant is postponed,
by the fall of a silent army,
a cold welcoming is quickly followed.
A mind interrupts the concord,
supplying a nourishment of
indescribable strangeness.
The lack of neutrality intervenes
with the up and coming flow,
inviting a rude awakening.
The future is now submerged
with an uncomfortable past,
washing away any sort of obscurity.
Completing it's sole function,
it quickly strives to leave with
the unmemorable aftertaste
of the conditioned body.
Copyright © Sara Ajemyan | Year Posted 2012
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