Always examine the moment,
do we cry, are we weak,
does it always have to be this way.
Someone told me once,
‘we are all trying to make it’
difficult disbelief.
Statements made by people are real,
contain truths
an honesty will often prevail.
In this moment,
music play like a heartbeat,
my words channel the melody.
If only I could
find the right harmony,
to pull away from indifference
These years go by,
the feelings remain the same
haunting persecution.
Moments of happiness,
I could hang onto
through the most turbulent times.
Help me to understand,
how moving past midnight
will ever differ in kind.
© Scott F Savage 4/2020
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