Poetry

Say the silence, be the rain, patter against their windows
Don't play their game

The conversation has just begun
But the talk has continued for centuries
Only one will be just one
But drops of water make the seas

Poems fight against the dark
But nothing will come to us all
The greatest word, the brightest spark
Will fade before the final fall

Sadness is a useless state
Happiness will come too late
None can control their own desire
As much as we try to light the fire
If we mope we cannot grope
For joy which is simply absent
But when it arrives, like a mystic surprise
Seize the deceitful gift to cope

And no one who ever said their piece
Felt glad to be done, at peace with their call
But let people digest, let them feast
Lest they be overwhelmed and lose it all

Good intentions fall onto the floor
As misguided carers harm their care
Always the ones who have the means
Are never the ones who have the will
To help, selflessly.

It shifts with the changing of the days,
Melancholy gives way to hope,
Calm becomes fatigue
Joy fades when empathy alerts to the world