Hidden Fires

Damaliah Gibson

A SOUL, a mind, a heart is gone in hiding.

Soon, all must be unveiled.

But Why?

Footsteps, footsteps running wild, that's all

That can be heard. A heart is shrieking with

fear, trembling with anger and rambling with denials.

Soon, all fear, all anger and all denials must be obliterated.

But Why?

In a small room, in a cobwebbed basement,

A lonely soul cries, bellowing for help, pulling

Unto the tightly interwoven yarns of life's complexities,

Trying desperately to entangle the maze of fibers.

Soon, all optimistic tenacity must be restored.

But Why?

Missed opportunities, precious time gone to waste,

New experiences were not a part of life anymore.

Instead of taking on life's challenges head-on,

Submissiveness becomes the game. There's so much

To be done, yet so little time. A fine talent is shredding,

Soon it will be no more. Then everything will fade,

Disappearing into thin air - Poof!

That is why.

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