Poems of Feelings

The Water Bell

When the time shall come,
Thou who only feel violently numb,
Thou shall feel the life of those who fall
Of those who could never call.

They will feel the burden on their backs,
Their pain of those attacks.
When the time shall show,
Thou who feels only slow,

Thou shall feel the willpower of those who weep.
Of those who have nothing to keep.
They will feel the weight in their tears,
The ones that have escaped for years.

When the time shall live,
Shoult who feels angrily misgive
Thou shall feel the power of the Sea,
The creature that can hold a key.

Or the flying feat of a building,
Higher than a man's love of gilding.
When the time has awoke,
Thou shall feel their heart broke,

The passion of words, long forgotten
Their feelings, soon rotten.
Thou shall feel the empty void,
Of the one thou destroyed.

By the midst of the Water Bell,
Where the truth shall tell,
It will speak of a private tale,
The one thou shall prevail

To seek, and to speak it's words,
As it's sharper than any swords.
Never forget the Water Bells,
As if a lie has been told, it swells,

Until the Bell cries in pain,
As it hovers against the chain,
Provoked by those who smile
When they create something vile.

They scream, and they scream
Wishing it was only a dream,
However here they lie,
With no sweet lullaby,

Of the world that showed them love,
That never put them above.
The Water Bell grins.
Even when times are full of sins.

For they knew the truth,
They see the youth,
Of the Words targeted at thee,
And until thou can be free.

By Calina