What’s Really Happening
Every time there’s a disturbance,
The flame in my heart begins to falter.
But I reassure myself and regain my patience;
Perhaps, this is not my chapter.
Every page turned with a sense of longing;
Whispers of my life, resurfacing.
Some have healed, some still scarring,
The devil and angel in my mind are warring.
The helplessness when someone else writes my story,
Each word not truly my own.
Being hidden in someone else’s glory:
Twisted and turned, empathy thrown.
Witnessing all the horrors
Reminds me of the dangers.
Suppresses listeners, dominating speakers;
Peace is cast away, chaos ruptures.
Sometimes, the greatest object can fall in the wrong hands,
Witnessed it with my own eyes.
The wrong person sent them in a trance,
While we paid the hefty price.
Haunting scenes plaguing my mind;
A small memory, my treasured find.
Though there are many of my kind,
Each memory is getting worse with time.
~ E.A.M.
