It’s the dark, stormy night of every individual
The failure of fitting the right block in a puzzle
Seems easy, but it’s a person’s dark, stormy night
Relative easy, fitting the right block
But what is easy is what the one that is grueling
If only the person who didn’t fit the right block,
paid attention to something, or someone unobserved,
That said “Be trained before a battle
As being trained beforehand is as winning any encounter
Even that battle is so easy or seems hard
Even that puzzle is so easy or appears tough”
Yes, something, or someone said that
Then what’s troubling is, that voice is yet to be heard
Perhaps it was heard, but is as soft as a murmur
Possibly it was heard loudly and clearly,
but the person just heard it,
to which we must listen, not hear
To that that someone’s voice that we hear when difficulties arise,
To that voice so clear, yet our friend’s whisper is much louder
To that tone of voice, we never really perceive it
But constantly telling us something
Listen to someone’s voice
Hidden inside our shell
Within it, it is hidden
YOU ARE READING
Forces That Made Us Thinking
PoetryA celebration of free poetic expression of the sensible and the nonsensical life where invisible forces push and pull our ever-expressive beings.