November Clarity Poem by Kristina Louisa Carr

In a world surrounded by concrete walls painted in white
Words spoken are barely whispered being calm and polite
The executioner is the one you can see in the mirror
Offering explanations without making the events any clearer
Behind the walls the wrecking ball is dancing on a string
Threatening to fall into the water of a frozen hot spring

Icy rain leaves a trail of burnt paper on the slope of a hill
Hiding the letters of words spoken in truth and good will
In the years to come clothes of mourning will be worn
Costumes of war carefully camouflaged but mostly torn
The echo of soft words speaking of chance and repetition
Erases the memories that cannot manifest in ambition

Missing out because love is actually a surrendering emotion
While its chance is confined in water drops of the ocean
Vaporized by sun light and notions of frost in November
Hours will turn into years with next to nothing to remember
Through the glass long lost thoughts start to run without aim
Protected by a shield I am waiting without anything to claim

New truths are formed by ambivalence as a distraction
Protected by a thick shell sound proved hidden from action
Raising November fog thick and hollow is hugging the day
As I stand interpreting maps trying to find my own way
With patience I am awaiting the clearing of the road ahead
Passing lots of time with words that better being left unsaid