The skies
overcast…and a rhythmic rain…
I look for
my forgotten friend…
In the
attics of time
I look for
that feeling…
But, the pen
is rusty and the scar hidden
And, the
relentless call of life…
And the
burden of happily ever after…
The curse of
finding what you are looking for
And letting
it go…because you can’t stop
In the rain…the
smoke of cigarette all around
I search and
not find…
Yet, I search…
My redemption
in the rusty pen…
Coaxing
words…when all is quiet
For silence
is my sword….silence my eternal sleep
