Friday, December 30, 2022

The song of the unsung:Wordplay:H-DOT

So yesterday's were brilliant,
But it seems his life's resilient,
On the surface hides,
In the patterns rhymes and feelings,
As he pens in blood vermillion,
Trying to justify,
As the world turns while he's speaking,
In a language human beings,
Try to understand,
To the lonely hearts that's reading,
Who keep searching for the meaning,
Left to circumstance,
I'm a withered tree once mighty,
Over looking streams,
Skipping rocks in dreams,
I'm reflecting in this writing,
Still as waters deep,
So my thoughts should be,
When the emptiness inside me,
In an unsung song,
With no melody,
In the darkness tries to guide me,
That's the nature of,
This mentality,
In the patterns rhymes and feelings,
Clothing naked eyes,
It's a great disguise,
When you're wearing all these feelings,
That you've tried to hide,
Every pain resides,
In compartments deeply buried,
In your head at times,
Like forgotten crimes,
And the weight alone gets heavy,
Rest assured your pride,
Keeps it all inside,
Then the skeletons appearing,
Tend to socialize,
Ghosts of broken lives,
In the end a song for grieving,
Lay your roses down,
For the end is nigh,

-Kelly Ephraim Benjamin Jordan

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