Voices
I believe in the power of choice,
The influence of a voice,
That none can rejoice;
The loud noise,
That none are poised,
Hazed, crazed, lost in a daze.
Love does not heal the heart; affection covers the cracks that break it apart.
I believe in the joy of the fear,
I believe words falling mute upon keen ears,
I believe the pain of the truth that leers,
Pain nears, endless tears, goodbye my dears.
And I believe the shadow of lies sears.
Copyright © Ethan Covaci | Year Posted 2015
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