Inhibitions

October 21, 2007 § Leave a comment

The silence flies, like dark clouds over a moon,

Over the distance, lost in her gloom.

Time ambles on, fitfully unconscious,

Lost soul, harsh voice, mind so anxious.

Constant cycles, listless yet moving,

Hear sounds of the living coldly echoing,

The songs unsung, rhymes forgotten,

That hollow chatter rattling and rotten.

Questions unasked quietly dissolve

Only the angst persists in misty resolve

Is there purpose, meaning, love or care

In this life, the living or the space we share?

Why so blinded by our pain intense,

Even night becomes morning with no pretense.

The path shows itself when the eyes choose to see

In me hides the answer, the lock and the key.

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