All Time Low Poem by stephanie Gardner

for something so strong to come to alive both must have the same drive,
an over powering rush of blood can kick start beauty between two,
it can send thoughts of fear turn to excitement,
but excitement only take one so far -
that path start when hands are holding and mucking around with mercy within time,
common as it is everyday all feels a strange play, but they will never see the ending,
if it still continues as for one to see such a ride it's very inviting,

but deadly, to touch youth plays on the train without a care numbed to view,
depths of pain pushing brings limits and child's play has brought consequences because of ignorance,
we all seek peace and silence yet that's what forms tears at hearts,
not reading the peace from snow to closed fires,
simple words can turn tables and will put us to rest,