When The Parade Is Seen...
A Harsh Reality
When the candles are blown
and the wishes are made
when the clapping is loud
and the cheers are made
when the crying is paused
and the smiles are shinning
when the ones never known
act like they know me so well
when the ones talking behind
start wishing me well
when the warmth is gone
and the cold is freezing
when the living is done
and only death is needed
when the rooms so crowded
are only filled with loneliness
when the hearts so lonely
only reeks of sadness
when the highs and lows
never show of the highs
just only for moments
it feels alright
yet the moments don't last
forever it seems
as it all only happens
when the parade is seen...
About the Creator
Mashal Haroon
At 17 years old, I found a way of digging into my soul and drawing my demons in the most beautiful way possible. Poems became my escape and enlightening others of the same treasure, became my goal.
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