I sit still
Marking the empty minutes of deep fear
My weak heart-
rhyming the clock's chime
Before the bombs drop
Blowing me into fine ashes of solitude
Darkness sneers at my vanity
Insomnia pulls a chair
I miss all the laughter-
gone with the dusk
I'm alone and stone cold
In the quiet abyss of loneliness
I sit longing-
Wishing for the harmony of distant noises
Wishing for the dawn
when your smile lights my face
Missing your oddness and humor
Hoping for the sun to steal this night
YOU ARE READING
The Words I Never Say
PoetryA collection of poems and musings that occupy my mind each day. This is a worded canvas on which I paint the moments and seasons of my everyday simple life
