It goes, on and on
Collecting every pieces and shreds
Chasing every moments like an eager children
Towards the only possibility
Known and be known
Screaming loud to the deafeaning distance
Catching the soul that has been lost
Purposeless yet determined
To be heard
To be care
Nonetheless
Beyond the the shadow of the unknown
Waiting, to pounce on the every little oppurtinities
To be right
To be perfect
To be the choosen
Yet, it cringed, defeated
Went it flowed, defenseless
Carried away towards the uncertainty
Dark and eerie
Sank deep into the nothingness, forever
Shemsi Elsani
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/then-it-flowed/
