Tuesday, August 2012
Worlds away a lone stands
Fleeting moment of silence applauds and echoes in the distance
A cornucopia of words flow like a bickering stream
And in the hollow of her own there is no silence
There is only a tired and hungry storm
Waiting to blow and turn away the sands of time
The timbres of those carelessly strung words that hang in the air
Are silent in their own command
But loud in her land
The loner sits in the delirium that is her mind
One that is slow in existence
But faster in spewing secrets, exposing wounds
The salt that travels in the air stings
Yet she cannot wail out in pain
Her only cry of misery is in the tears that she can't touch
The tears that fall free like a great waterfall
Flowing away into the depths of her veins
Her beginning has always started with a tear
And always ends with the never endings of fear
>>k.l
