Some people may not understand
Why I stop to watch the waves fall
But they don't know
They don't understand
For there is another world
It calls to me with its siren song
Me and others, we hear the sound
A rustle on the trees
A promise in the wind
The song the Sun Sings
It searches for the souls
The special ones who see
And the unique ones who care
Our souls are the ones
Who knows the world quite well
For the other world
Is made out of words
And we are the builders
The storytellers, if you will
Let me introduce ourselves
Hi, we are the slayers of saying
And the lovers of lyrics
We are the weavers of the other world.
YOU ARE READING
silent screams
Poetrythe screams of the soul from someone who has suffered loss, pain, and heartbreak. everything we all want to say but never can. for all my wordsmiths, this one is for you. #1 in rhyme #5 in poetry #1 in poetry collection #2 poeticjustice
