Monday, December 02, 2019

POETRY RANT - WALKING THESE HALLS


Walking these halls, are the echoes of words;
their voices are there, ready to be heard,
their silence, impacting on the soul.

Choreographed, what can't be said
Truth be told, some are afraid of them;
as the fingers to keys, make the soul bleed.

This hall of introverts collaborates;
The collection of their inside walls,
In which they live with every day.

Clawing at those walls, wanting to fall;
catching the rays, of a glorious call,
for a collection to be made.

The Halls of Poets;
A sanctuary of hope,
Our collection to become known.

As the mirror;
reflecting inside many minds becoming,
metaphorically one of a kind.
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