All that was and all that’s been,
watched and waited to belong.
All that is, was watching also,
blending in just like a song.
All that was, lived in the dramas,
all that’s been, lived in the past.
All that is, lives in the present,
watching moments that were cast.
All that was and all that’s been,
cast their seeds to feel alive.
All that is, has always been,
so has no need to feel that vibe.
All that was, thrived on the gossip,
all that’s been, on flashbacks reminisced.
All that is, thrived on advancement,
a power that’s been subconsciously missed.-written by Robyn Brown
|
Email this Poetry
|
Add to reading list





