Truth With Time

The truth unknown.
Now mute, but still grown
Into a whole.
But into a hole
With the weak.
But the meek
Have assumed the worst;
What looms is curse
In their minds.
But you\'ll find
Weak & fragile,
Sleek & agile,
From A to Z,
From you to me
In this world of ours,
In this swirl of cars
With their heads through the glass.
With the dead in a mass
Destruction of these lands
And junction of these hands.
But the stinch of death
And the switch of breath
Are bound to eternity.
What\'s found lies infront of me;
Lost souls with no peace,
Common foes with no lease
On life as it is,
On wife and the kids.
But the the truth soon to find...
Soon with time.

-victoria-

*ok, this poem may not make since to most people. but the people who really read poetry and truly comprehend what sometimes happens here may understand my meaning of this poem*