a simpler collection

slowly

holding over the unspoken sanity of a life unfulfilled,
the youngest drop of hereditary dew drops within a mile radius of the last known heartbeat,
it's a safe sound, one not longing to be like the ones before ,
still, silent
the eager souls rise above the surface of heartbreak and grasp the small glimmer of hope floating in the air around them,
hands of lovers past encase my optimism and transform it into a dark and heavy doubt,
the silence grows louder, the colors go from a bright array of plastered rainbows to the dark and soulless feel of pitch black despair,
"slowly" the innocent presence declares
"slowly but surely you'll get there"