Not every poem was written for poetry.Not every rain drop that touches the skin can be felt.
Not every word spoken is heard.
Not every painted picture began with a paintbrush.
Not every song holds music.
Not every freedom offers liberty.
Not every sentence ends the way it should.
Nothing is as it should be but all things have a silent beginning and end loudly
yet unheard.
All of you
All of life,
all begins at
a crossroad.
On your tail.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Sell your soul there 🙂 the hellhounds are on your way.
LikeLiked by 1 person
The temptation of it all at the crossroads…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Truly a remarkable poem…and every line you’ve nailed it and its pure gold. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh wow!! Thank you!! I do appreciate that 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
You welcome my friend. 🙂
Say, I posted something new and falls with dictionary.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ah!! I will definitely check it out my friend..thank you 😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLike
Oh, I have had loud beginnings and silent endings too! Awesomely written.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh yes I have experienced that also 🙂 thank you so much for reading this and your comment
LikeLiked by 1 person
Really enjoyed this one. Excellent.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you:)
LikeLike