Time Stops

tensions rose
i go into the hiding
deep in the cans,
well beneath the shadows
you will hear this plea,
the beginning of the first call of truth.
as i grow tired,
this search will be far too stretched.
my patience pulled thin
this is a sound of a collapse of a young mind.
this is the fading breathes of hopes.

by joseph beltran

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