Duality

The silent house

Confined within its walls

Collides with the madness

Seeping from my brain

Last

The first breath you take

Is the beginning of the last

The silent clock keeps counting

Neither slow nor fast

A final time you see a face

The sweet kiss you receive

Did you realize it was over

Or was it too hard to believe?

The days tick toward  tomorrow

The outcome remains unknown

There is no absolute to offer

Not always reaping what you have sown

The memory of a favorite song

With a lover or a friend

Did it cross your mind to think

That this might be the end?

The finale of a moment

The curtain slowly drawn

With you remaining on a stage

Neither the player nor the pawn

A bow toward the audience

A smile in the looking glass

Did you finally understand it

That every day begins your last?

Perhaps

The ink has run dry

In the poet’s pen

Perhaps there’s no words

Perhaps there never has been

The feeble scratches

Making its mark

Perhaps there’s no purpose

Perhaps they’re empty and stark

The creased edges

Etched in the eyes

Perhaps there’s no need

Perhaps they’re meaningless tries

The twisted phrases

Transcribed with tears

Perhaps there’s no point

Perhaps they’re just wasted year

Sssh.

I'm with people
Yet
I work alone
And
I talk to people
Still
I speak alone
Hush
I smile at strangers
But
I walk alone
Sshh I am alone
Be silent
I am alone

Thinking Of

I'm thinking of all the times
You didn't see me
All of the times
I sat alone

I'm thinking of the days
That seemed so empty
Lost and forgetten
All of the days
I cried alone

I'm thinking of all the tries
I wasted on you
Looking blindly right into a stare
Staring so open right into a blind eye
All of the tries
I tried alone

What does it matter
Why should I care
About the days
The days that didn't matter
Even back then
The days that shouldn't matter
Even today

There Used to Be

There used to be

Electricity running through these veins

Sparking and crackling

A powerful blaze

A current so strong

It was felt more than seen

An invisible train

With invisible steam

There used to be

Fire behind these eyes

Dancing and playing

A burning surprise

A swirling inferno

That was carefully contained

Bright orange plumes

Proud and unashamed

Now there is a darkness

A deep and empty space

The flames have been extinguished

The current has been replaced

The electricity and the fire

Have flickered out with time

Now they’re just a memory

A punishment for some crime.

Easier

Is it easier to weep

When everyone is in despair

Can you grasp on to the hope

That you’re riding through unclean air

Can you grasp on to the thought

That maybe you’re just one

One of those many faces

One that isn’t done

Is it easier to cry

When everyone is in despair

Can you grasp on to the fears

That lie beneath the surface, everywhere

Can you hold to the hope

Can you grasp onto the tears

Is life that never-ending swell

Of combatants and combating fears

Is it easier to live

To turn a blinding eye

To those who also feel the pain

Those who cannot  try

Can you look inside yourself

See that blue and empty earth

Is it living that is empty here

Or just an unclaimed hearse