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Echoes of loneliness fall upon my ears, tearing deeply into my being, grabbing my heart and tearing it out.
Sent into your innermost self – betrayed by a friend.Left standing alone – forlorn and forgotten – in the dung heap of so-called life.
Shaking salt over wounds of yesterday, breaking them open again and again.
joy of yesterday.Hoping and wishing to go back in time, knowing it cannever happen, because reality is so true – so stark – you can’t get beyond it.Living through days of sorrow, grief pounding on my heartand mind, bringing reminders and traces of love to the forefront.
Tantalizing music pushing forward into another era,
Lilting dialects blended in melodies of beauty, takingus on rides through inner space.
Signals sent from interior realms, fixating on striata of electric brain waves, picturing intense shades of emotion.
Plotting design’s characteristics of interior moments, showing animated waves of oceanic views.Taking pictures mentally with photographic regularity, leaving nothing unnoticed, taking it all into pockets of reality at a second’s notice – for becoming truthful honesty, situated in attitudes particularly reminiscent of elderly courage.
Withdrawing from life’s borders, seeking God instead.
Waiting for the go ahead, watching death come around, bringing it’s shadow to bear upon my mind.Placing my entire being on call, awaiting a knowing to appear in my mind, justifying my demise.