Observing the carnage of change, mind absorbed somewhere within the vacuum the heart feels. Or was there heart to begin with? What of this wind that screams inside, echoing words audible yet nowhere near deciphered; fuelling the present with ashes of humdrum memories, perplexing visions, unable to be retained dreams.
Links - meant to forge weapons to defend - turned to shackles instead, covered by the venom of darkness binding the self; slowly gnawing into thoughts, dissolving resolve, raising dilemma, dredging up malignant motives... ravaging... rampaging in this cage of cacophony.
"Days going by, are you still going to say 'Later'?"
No time for afterthoughts or regard for regrets. Silence ransoming corpses of happy moments tangible only in those lifeless eyes reflecting the turmoil lurking some place beyond perception. Words flickering, losing their once enchanting glow; fading away, rotting in this mundane cell of rusted bars - a voice steeped in restrictions slowly forgetting purpose and reason for continuance.
"It's only a matter of time mate."
That goes without saying?
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Chasing Muses (#Wattys 2016)
RandomTimes when I end up chasing a few musings and times when few of them just bump into me. Poetic prose? Random Pondering? Not too sure. Only thing I am sure of though is that these things needed to be written, recorded for there might not be a second...
