Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Divergent

Written by Ann Ruth Austria

A beaming sound that never stops,
A great energy as their heart pounds.
Molding a peak of sound,
Roaming the place with pride.

Declares all mind’s thoughts 
And acts with no choice of thought.
Blinded by what they see is perfect;
Unknown and passed by trouble.

A hidden world away from pack, 
Clothed in silence; no noise nor little crack.
Chosen to be alone
Than to be disturbed by the noise

Thought building packs yield no sense
A shuttered mouth presents the loudest minds.
A silent one, eyes through the darkness
Rely that society teaches limitation.

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