The last word

A weird calm while things’re wrong
A strange trust without friends among
Wove her craft, shouting aloud-
Silence, came through the crowd.

The brain’s complex, we all move on
We teach it to forget, it responds.
Yet, we hold back, know not why
Friendship, love or too hard to try

Life’s good, hunky-dory
Feeling fine, hey, a-hoy!
Tiny pieces want to wait
The rest forget it all as fate

The break I need and the peace
Also the time, yes, please
I sit back, take a breath
Somewhere I fear, our death.

Time goes by and all might change
One thing’s constant, yes, change!
Happiness, joy all abound,
But deep down, I crave a sound.


Afterthought- I really should not attempt poetry! Anyway, shall come up with a proper blog post soon. It has been years, I know.