The times that were in silence. breaking through boundaries of walls that were falsely told of a bond that was held by trust. Heroes fought for a future that was not their own. fighting to keep a peace in sticks and stones that they call home. Dirt from the surface that masked the clouds of war. repeatedly sought after the times of torn. torn memories , torn history , torn family moments. torn by the thorns created by a lie that was raised but not born. actions of a working life behind a smile that resembles a wrinkle in time. a cloud of fog was actually the mist that called for more work to hide. afraid of failing energy became a currency of a world. being told life amounts to what you amount to life. a fiction story from a place called nowhere. no where does it mention that life begins as a second of earning a place in a world of strange faces. when eyes meet the souls of a common emotion , struggles call for trouble to be a puzzle of the golden. sunshine helps bring peace to those who can see it. sometimes the moonlight can prove time can be just a helpful way of improvement. how many poems have you actually read without getting into your head? here maybe if i click that i like this , maybe my poems will become a way to invite gifts. gifted talent is not the challenge of the spirit , a fear of the ones who hear it. hear the voices of the forgotten. they are shunned in an frolicking field of flowers that represent living a life that was not ours.


© Joshua Leyva