Silent Chasms
By sidewinder
Oh ye walls that we put between us, They feel like silent chasms that reach into our souls raging into the pits of hell, Protruding like sharp spears, Keeping ourselves from things we need to know, In this witching hour what is it that we need to learn? Are there mirrors in a reflection that we need to see? Or is it that we're too stubborn to realize that sometimes those lessons in life may hold doors that we need to walk through? But in our blindness in those bleak seasons revelations become closed forever keeping us walking in circles that guides us to a journey into the next life, Where we begin again. Feb. 8, 1998 Written January 7th, 2002 © on Jun 03 2002 09:48 PM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 18 • society • contemporary
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