No more whispers in the night,
A hand can hush a shout or scream,
But cannot silence any dream,
No more quiet, scared please no's,
A hand can hold yours quite alright,
But cannot stop the tears at night,
No more piling on the scars,
A hand can put a stop to those,
But cannot stop a head that knows,
No more muffled crying on a pillow,
A hand can make you see the stars,
But cannot stop the zooming cars,
No more shuffling on the street edges,
A hand can pull you back from the road,
But cannot stop your already crushed toes,
No more hesitating leaps of faith,
A hand can promise a thousand pledges,
But cannot stop the jump off ledges,
No more waiting for the day,
A hand can't always keep you safe,
But it can send you straight to your grave.
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Little Worlds
PoetryLittle short skits I write when I am sad, happy, or somewhere in between.
