Looking for space to
rest my stare
The moments have
halted
The world stands
still
Not a thing makes a
move
What a time, short
of life
Escaping from that
difficult space
Foreboding rocks and
talking giants
Deadlocks hold the
keys
Caught yet free to
move
What blank time,
reducing life
Shouting with heart,
hushed by mind
Tumultuous thoughts
deep inside
Serene frontlet
shines through
All the hints and
not a sense
What pale time,
colorful life
Running from truth,
spinning around it
Closed eyes and
finding undimmed light
Glowing fiercely
from closest
Full of light and
darkness around
What revealing time,
disturbed life
Holding up thoughts,
so many inside
Counting repeatedly
and going nowhere
Sugaring profusely
and spicing it up
Cloying the platter
and hungry still
What hopeless time,
hopeful life
Searching for a
vent, unconditional
Can't find an ear
inviting to hear
People all ears and threatening to know
Speaking a lot and
hiding much more
What social time,
alone life
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