Bold Mold


lost amid all the chaos

amid the destruction within the broken hills

terrified of the withering sobs beneath the dead in the mountains of fear

drowning the voices that call

and bearing no welcome to freedom promised long ago.

there is no place to walk , only scream.

For the ground is deep with pain and melted snowflakes,

Yearning of clarity from the mountains,

to set free

lost amoung so many names

with no way to escape from within themselves.

never quiet enough to hear the sound of the violent heartbeat that sturdies the long breathes.

the light skips the mind takes to find a song

notes and chord strummed to express

the rhythm within the soul of yesterday and tomorrow.



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