As I sit here separated, but together <br />Drowning behind the embers of bridges broken\burning of old <br />Thinking of all the good thing and bad thing <br />I’ve done, <br />I see glimpse’s of the future <br />And they confirm suspicions <br />Of the holocaust too come <br /> <br />The rusty stitching of the tapestry, <br />Which keeps the anger in, <br />Is coming undone <br />And the sun is in the east <br />Its day again <br />Even though the day is lost I see <br />Two suns in the sunset <br />I’m sitting whole in a pretense again <br /> <br />Like the moment when the soul locks <br />And the sound is stolen from your voice box <br />Your fear stretches the frozen moments <br />Part of you feels homeless in the skin you’re in <br />All you hear are voices you never see the faces <br />You feel broken and lost within <br /> <br />As the heartbeats melt <br />My tears evaporate <br />Leaving only a shadow too defend <br />I finally understand <br />The feelings of a few <br />Ashes and dust <br />My foe and friend <br />We are equal in the end <br /> <br /> As I sit here separated, but together <br />Drowning behind the embers of bridges broken\burning of old <br />Thinking of all the good thing and bad thing <br />I’ve done, <br />I see glimpse’s of the future <br />And they confirm suspicions <br />Of the holocaust too come<br /><br />Daniel Richards<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/frozen-moments/
