Words can never describe the hurt
Actions can never replicate the feeling
Experiences that were similar to dirt
Memories that are worth burying.
No one ever saw it coming
No hearts ever felt it arriving
No ears ever heard it screaming
And no minds ever thought of imagining.
Simple words that expressed rage
Anger through turning tables and chairs
We never knew at this age
That we still get afraid of life's nightmares.
Tears are definitely not drying
A continuous flow of sadness and madness
Eyes could only see ending
But the heart and mind shouts forgiveness.
It is not a battle of right and wrong
It will never be a fight of weak or strong
It is not like a simple song
About a road, winding and long.
© 2018 Rhea Leejah