It has been an era since I have gazed

Into the mirrored eyes of morning.

The thought lingers in an ocean

Of fruitless expectation.

The yearning, thirsting shore

Waits untouched by equipoised waves

While a vacillating object commands

The blazing horizon.

Will and weakness converse

In contending ultimatums.

This silence for the greater good

Would shatter if I but humbly could


Words are such solitary things.


Splintering tranquility, that presence

Approaches with a bacchanal grin,

Blissful in reserved dominion;

Interrupting treasured frequency;

Injecting the flooding influence

That leaves me a haunted scavenger.

The pure delight of delusional flight,

I should have killed

What birthed that night.

Now I am just another one

That burns her soul upon your sun.

I cast you farther.

I build my fortress.

I plead to cease

And fucking desist!

I cannot stop…

I can’t resist…


Time ticks by so slowly…

Dark as the encroaching night,

Pure as an encompassing light.

I’m holding my breath,

I’m scared to death;

This conscience is calling you.

What has been stalling you?

Seeping deeper in this chest,

I’ll be consumed ‘til I’ve confessed.

I hold it in and grip it tight,

Another glance to reignite

While trapped inside this silent head

Suspended by a single thread.

Words are such solitary things. 


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