Echoes Of A Pin Dropped – Day 177, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

A band-aid can only hold on for so long.
The wound may close up halfway after being worn after quite some time,
But,
Eventually,
It’ll be soaken entirely.
Every corner discolored by a mistake too late to undo…
Those who can’t afford a replacement,
What do they do?
Bleed out until an infection occurs without any access to medicine?
Surround themselves by doctors in hospitals that can only do so little without a payment received?
Kind of sounds like,
The way we treat each other,
Lately…

Silence…

The kind where a pin dropping echoes for miles on end.
Waiting for a response from a “friend,”
Or,
So you thought.
While you cry,
And,
Cry.
Wondering if life will ever stop being hard.
If you’ll ever be poisoned by anger enough to lose all of the love you have in your heart.
Asking yourself,
Repeatedly,
“When did it all even start falling apart?…”

Silence…