It
looks like any other day
Trash
is blowing in the street,
Graffiti
states everyone’s view,
As
grass pushes up the concrete!
In
fact, there is nowhere to hide
As
I hear the whistle of a train,
And
the sounds of its sadness
Not
understanding life’s pain –
The
dark clouds start to roll in,
Like
painted messages in the sky
The
wind is so still, O so still,
As
time slowly passes by . . .
No
point to think about yesterday –
All
the excuses I’m sure you’d like,
And
I’m sure I would lie anyway!
So,
go ahead and take a hike –
Like
all, I have had my problems,
And
around me I have built walls!
In
truth, no one wants to hear me,
And
the heartaches a mind recalls!
I
wish I could tell a better story,
And
I know how this must look,
But
it’s about Life-Quakes, and
No,
I’m not trying to write a book!
Thomas
Theophilus© July 22, 2025
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