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To Whom It May Concern

I walk with a silence to my step,
as if in reality they never took place.
A shadow cast upon what has been done,
evidence misplaced.
Seconds merge into minutes, minutes which remain endless.
Days stand without weeks moments reign endless.
Does the mind play tricks, or do the thoughts stay mine.
Without word spoken, whispered from lips to allowing ears,
lies the moments experienced within the years.

Copyright © Jerry Swana | Year Posted 2014

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Dorian Petersen Potter Date: 10/27/2014 3:54:00 AM I really liked your poem here Gerald. Well, what I mean is that I like it because I still do even minutes and maybe hours or days will pass when you get to read my comment. And still I know I'll like it maybe even more...just kidding here with you my poet friend...Lol...;) Nice poem, and this subject of time you see concerns me too. Confused? Don't be! ;) Best wishes! xxxx D. Login to Reply Jerry Swana Date: 11/6/2015 5:54:00 PM I read this comment as soon as it was posted and sadly I forgot to reply. I truly appreciate your feedback and have since enjoyed some of your poems. I hope you get back to me :) XOXOXO