Untitled 2 Poem by Chantelle T C Huggins

Hidden secrets may never be found
Last words may never be song
Many things we meant to say
Many days we meant to stay

Words that seem so cliche
Words that never stray
At a moments notice we're taken away
To places we don't know, faces that go

We meet and greet each other
Politely, we don't bother
Starring at the faces unknown
Intimidated we are grown

Each passing minute, each passing second
A life new, a gained weapon
Frightful thoughts engarge our minds, our hearts
Tossed into reality, we're given our parts

The good, the bad, the indifferent
The accepted words unwritten

Untouched by our filt
Unaffected by our guilt