A Poem

Walking through a sea of changes,

Waiting for the day,

All this time feels like ages,

But, there's nothing I can do or say.

Everything around me

Is slowly turning brown.

Every whisper is my ear

Is falling to the ground.

It's anger.

It's sadness.

It's everything revealed.

It's patience.

It's kindness.

It's his echoing heart of steel.