I feel it everyday
the rhythmic beating
quietly seceding
drifting away
It's a blank spot
slowly seeping
clearly bleeding
feeling not
To fill
in disillusion
accepting fusion
cheapening thrill
and it's not so much a question
of consequence
or another
nor of missing
for answers are found
somewhere...in between
or, perhaps, in ending
as consoltation for efforts
nither worthwile
nor cavailer
simple rewards abound
somewhere...in the seams
but lack thereof
and lack alone
leaves it lingering
quitely haunting
slightly shifting around
somewhere...in places unseen
for it is in search of
and ever so close
until the realization
so blatant
speaks to shatter the illiusion
for this is... my role
and I see it on the faces of others
sullen, somber, forsaken sights
to wonder what they read of mine
for my heart is not on this sleeve
and these emotions are not so lucid
for this is... my control
yet, I feel it in my trembling heart
sharply stabbing in my chest
I feel it take hold
Softly shattering my hope
but it's ever so hollow
for this is... my whole
finding amiss
simple conclusion
vital seclusion
Separate from this
swallowed
merely scarring
bitterly barring
It's hollowed
drfiting away
quietly seceding
the rhytmic beating
I'm reeling
Saturday, April 10, 2004
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