Words Unspoken

Words Unspoken

From far within the widest seas
In waters cold and oceans deep
There will be times, when heedless rhymes
Will throw in words for minds to keep

Those words that form one's true concern
With which those eyes would start to weep
One's pointless aim, to give the blame
To minor numbers down the heap

Yet nameless folk would neither care
Nor try to see how things would be
If those who play, would stop their way
And leave their place in history

Then times will come and leave its age
To where its age decides to be
And those who claim, to know the game
Know naught of its adversary

2007
TripleTee

This was a poem I wrote at a moment when my nerves were almost at an end from a forum I partly moderate together with a number of admins and moderators. That would be English Sabla.
That day I started realizing and understanding how certain moderators used to feel and what they had to deal with.
Some started dictating to me that I was wrong in my judgements and perhaps I was, the team themselves responded little, yet showed support in public.
Certain things can be hectic and you can't always please everyone. You try and get snapped at in return.
This poem was just something I happened to feel like writing at a blink of an eye.
Everything has its ups and downs. However, there will be a time when I'll decide to move on and inshalla find myself a better successor.

But ofcourse only when my nerves can't support it anymore... which is a difficult level to reach.