# Poem #68: The Sound

Author: bhscorch1313
Tags: Poetry

#69 of Poetry

This poem is about looking back on the things that have drug us down or stopped us from reaching our goals. We are all survivors of some struggle, and we shouldn't let those things from the past drag us down. Enjoy.

_The Sound_

The sound of ravaging time  
Pins me beneath a blanket of honey;  
I drown under the sickly-sweet smell  
Of truth, lies, and defeat.

My own pride and vanity  
Have led me down the path I take;  
Echoes of a younger mind  
Stir in me a hopeful pause.

I listen for the whispers found  
Inside this darkened well;  
Drink in the sweet melody  
Of lessons I ought have learned.

~bhscorch

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