A silent drum beats thru the night
It beats to a rhythm we are all too familiar with
It beats to the beat we cant outrun
It beats the sounds of life
We hear it from time to time
We realize the meaning
The depth hidden within its beating sounds
Yet we continue to dance
We dance to this beat
We dance with smiles, and laughter
Brushing off its imposing lies
The lies we choose to not see
Then it stops, the beat freezes
In place, in time
In those moments we realize
That we cant dance along
We look to see our hands bound
Our lives gone
That which we cherished, that which we took for granted
Gone, unavailable, forbidden, and lost
We cry out in fear
We cry out “its not fair”
Yet we used to dance
We continued to dance, and let this come to pass.
© 07/27/2020 Emma J. Willden
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