Jerry Swana Poet Ballad

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.

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Dorian Petersen Potter October 27, 2014 at 3:54 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. Jerry Swana November 6, 2015 at 5:54 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