When sudden smiles turns sour, silence creeps in stealing talents <br />replacing hopes with dreads, then the desire for a better life calls for feed within thousand ripples, or may be more. <br />Those letters can only link a parchment, can't restore lost fragments. <br />Words are better done than said when life counts slowly on beats. <br />Even a rich pitch switches off letting pains linger more on the face. <br /> <br />Skins long lost to violence count on rescue but rescue beckons on the immotal being for help. <br />If only life could be patterned to fit chains. <br />Now seems rough; <br /> there's no then, no now, no future for a still presence. <br />Siezing breaths we all encounter, life we seek, shapes we; mind, health, soul, transforming dreams, childhood dreams flames hurting our now and pestering our future.<br /><br />Ojedokun Adeola<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-strengths/
