CARRIED AWAY

MERHABA MY FRIENDS


.....By the light of day,
a journey we will all take in time.
I`m outside waiting, waiting for those
inside, who in turn, are waiting for the
soul in the box...waiting.
For no one i know, tho` i`ve been here
before, and will be again, in time, waiting.
With a heavy heart and a numbness of mind
and a cold empty feeling inside.
Yes i`ve been here before.
A crowded room that`s as cold as a winters
day, why is it always that way, tho` the living
souls are warm, yet sad, i shiver inside and out,
waiting, for the praises to be voiced, the songs
to be sung, the prayers to be said, the hope that
they give.
Every sound can loudly be heard, the shuffling feet,
the sniffing of noses, the running of tears.
Can they hear my thoughts, my dreams, my fears,
do they feel my pain.
I wait, as it glides threw the curtains to the warmth
beyond, a sigh, a sob.
For the last curtain call, in this theater of everyday life.

(Turkwords)

TURK ;(}

This was just a scene i passed as i went about my
daily work. I was not involved, just an onlooker, a
moments pause. An idea came to mind for `unstaged`
this is not meant to offend or upset anyone, They are
just words to accompany this picture.