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,
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 © Gerald Moise | Year Posted 2014
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