Sunday, August 17, 2014

Shadows and Memories

When the pain is old and the pen rusty…
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

1 comment:

Charity said...

Nice one. I like it. :)