Swallowed thoughts
Spill over into collections of words
lines drawn from fevered fingertips
strung together that since laid bare
...
The pens laconic voice
whispered truths
of dream & regrets
how deep the silence follows
...
I Drink in Reds hope of night.
But dark clouds of time loom heavy.
Where anticipation once filled young places,
now vanishes in dark spaces.
...
All around me silence.
Sleep stares from the darkened rooms.
Taunting me.
Thumping
...
Silence
Saying nothing,
Saying everything.
Its exiled voice profound
...
The sound of the clock.
My daily judgment.
It plucks at me.
Like feathers being torn.
...
I see it clearly burned into my mind.
I keep the cast of charecters locked inside.
Where stonch sadness intermingles
& blind contentment hides.
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I sit here reminiscing
Can't help but smile.
Then at once it turns to sad.
Your touch, your smell.
...
Feel its pain.
Like picking at scabs
just to watch them bleed.
Its cold embrace
...