Silently Off Key in Writings

Uncertainty pursues me like the shadow cast by the sun. Each revolution of the dial, spins webs that can’t be undone. Time is always trickling on, moments are swallowed by the past. Expanding to horizons in empty spaces that are too vast. The days that dawn might deliver, are to barren to indulge. No hope falling through the crevices. No beating heart for one to hold. A mystery of anguish and tears that are never ceasing, they never meet their end. There are no explanations for the ignorant, no hand to shake to make amends. Hope is always crushing me, it breaks bones with it’s abundant weight. Love is always eluding me, when I wish to meet it face to face. Yet my company is misery, and how it hates to be alone. Side by side, without our pride, we stare out the panes of dirty windows. We sulk and drown in shallow puddles, filled with unforgotten tears, We relive the pain we felt, and we waste away our fleeting years. We wrinkle and become pale, without a light, we no longer know our own warmth. We sing along, to that violin’s song, and wait for shy answers to finally come forth. Yet instead we hear the screeching halts, the melodies off key. We watch the foundations crumble down, and we beg silently on knee.

Last updated June 07, 2017