Poem - Change

Change

Change can be
a good thing,
restoring the hope
it'll bring.

Holding on
to the past,
and pain
will last.

Sitting in
silence forever,
taking a stance
of whatever.

Allowing the
dust to settle,
after the
smouldering metal.

A fiery furnace
human kind creates,
upon which the
reality meditates.

An unsatisfactory
conclusion,
that reveal the cracks
of illusion.

Change is
always coming,
like the distant
sound of drumming.

To be heard
everywhere,
as oppression
is made aware.

For discontentment
won't fade away,
channelling energy
into a brighter day.

Change is the
cross we bare,
that communicates
concern and care.

Love and light

Peter James
xxx