Confession

History buzzing past, making sounds like it never will in the future.
Blue versus red; red all over.
Red to black...only time will tell.

Hours and months of hard work.
Anxious wait. Silence.
A pat on the back? Discreet cough.

Walk the talk - day in, day out.
In a language that is not mine.
New tongue. New eyes. Same heart.

Old values. But do values age too?
New ideals. Just words.
How do I find the bird that sings all through?

Conviction. Concession. Confession
No more belonging.
Just a longing.

To find the start of the path.
To a new world.

Confession.

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HCFlife said…
Powerful- no more belonging- just a longing.. Get back to writing Sud.. I want to read more
3:41 PM
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