Truth be forgotten.
Centuries put pressure on it
They fought forth, they fought back
Tears shed, years led, still, blood bled
They grown, kept quite, stories to tell.
As the tragic encounters, were memories they hope they'd forget.
A few odd scenarios blew
The mind's sense back in that mindset
Fears trembles as the rippling of tears deepen on their silk pillow cases
A breath in for today's greatful presence
A breath out for that distasteful reminence
A breath in for the resistance
Towards
That breath out for the past's existence
-PjoemsIJot
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I Remember, A Forgotten Truth, Declined ©
PoetryA midnight thought turned passion turned poem. A heart to the ones who need it for the continued pain. Surviving afterwards must have been a mission, seeing and speaking to you would be my deepest wishes. Enjoy PjoemsIJot
