feelings – Noellie's Place

I Sit Here Alone

In a crowded room of yesteryears

Music plays but I do not hear

Rhythms of the road softly lull

Talk fades into the distance

My heart does not agree

It breaks at what has been shown

When will you purge the past that cultivates and nurtures deadly mold?

Today has taken a toll

Tomorrow holds promise

Yesterday will never change

Tears of others used as a whetstone tool

Sharpened tongue precisely placed

Tears of hope roll down my dry cheeks

Actions speak louder then any words, even a four lettered one