Every time I speak the word 'change',
I've never noticed how the word is strange,
After giving some time of thought,
The significance of it, it bores me not.
'Change'—what a peculiar word,
Though it isn't noticed each time it's heard,
It can be as sudden as it can be delayed,
It can't be reversed as it can be made.
There is always change wherever we go,
It only takes time to see it show,
A change can bring beauty and clear blue skies,
Yet it can bring harm, peril and lies.
From a frightened prey to a bold soldier,
From weak and helpless to a strong warrior,
From a broken heart splashed in tears,
To a proud step forward, escaping the fears.
From an innocent soul to an act of crime,
From a precious gem to most wanted of the time,
From a joyous mind, so pure and clean,
To a corrupted land that's never seen.
It can take a second, can take centuries,
A slow change or it can be in a hurry,
The secrets of change gets much stranger,
It can bring joy, or mortal danger.
Remember that change can happen to you,
Even when you have he least ever clue,
"You can't change nature," says those who don't delve,
But truly, change is nature itself.
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The Silence of My World
PoetryA collection of poems conjured by an amateur writer. A compilation that reflects the writer's thoughts, muses, feelings, and some was spun fictionally. A miscellany of randomness, with a deep meaning, or just a vent poured out of a pained and tortur...
