Real words bleed when you feel
The run of a thousand horses on on open field
The hailstorm on a busy day in a crowded town
The fall of a thirsty eagle to the ground
The pain of a death
The stench of the dead
The thoughts of the departed
The violence of silence
Darkening of the roads
Lost & forgotten
The way back home
Real people hurt when they kill
A thought, a smile
A wish, a kiss
The song heard but not felt
The letters written but not sent
The gifts bought but not kept
The silence of the words unsaid
As time crawls past you
& the journey feels shortened
Memories fade
Of the forgotten
& the empty roads
A reminder
Of the way back home
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