The moment in time so quickly forgotten, how should anyone know?
You scream from the cliff at the top of your lungs, if only your conscience would hold.
Innocence is a curse, the weak pull you from your life.
But is guilt the one thing you can survive?
A danger to others when you're in a crowd, the phobia creeps up within.
Even the chatter of birds on the wing, is silence when you are forgiven.
You put pen to paper and sign with your own blood, this isn't how it should be.
How can the world just keep moving on, without me being able to see?
This one is almost a bit scary. Very, very powerful, though! I love the imagery, it makes the poem very visible inside my head
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