One after another pops up
Stifling, stifled, losing it’s form
Of existence, belief, faith and doubt
Their ears can’t hear
The thousand voices in their heads
The eyes cant see
For they are blind to the light around
Ripples are identified
The horizon in distance
Too far to walk or swim
The birds fly away
To homes they built together
Here the pieces are broken
Waiting to be born, to form
Waiting…..waiting.....
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