You say you can't hear the music anymore
As your shadow dances on the floor
The face you hide from the world
Beautiful mask for a beautiful girl
You've shed your tears to grieve your loss,
Molded into a box you never chose,
The roles assigned – the agreed upon cost.
You cry until there's nothing left,
You shrink yourself to become so small
That you can fit upon the shelf
Made for you by someone else.
You wander through life in constant yearning
Forever incomplete, searching for lost memory,
The meaning.
Time cannot heal your broken soul,
On the wall your silhouette, your shadow, dances slow
The melody still echoes in your mind
As you drown in the oceans of time.
Emerging from the sea, nothing remembered but the song,
You have been able to hear all along.
YOU ARE READING
Aries Moon
PoezjaThis is a short collection of poetry I am in the process of writing during Covid-19 lockdown. I've recently rediscovered my love of poetry and expression in writing within the isolation, boredom and renewed depression brought on by quarantine. I do...
