Here I sit missing something
A feeling, a touch
A sound
Something I have grown accustomed too
I sit here awkwardly in my chair
Wondering why isn’t it as comfortable as it once was
When the universe was right
Life was balanced
Here all alone I feel what I had
I feel what I didn't have anymore
I feel time passing by clawing at my sleeves
The fading sounds drowning my thoughts
I hear the silence of the night
Where there was noise
There is none
The darkness has gotten darker as time pulls it’s curtain
across the sky
Here I sit hearing sounds that don’t exist
Whispering cries through the crevices of time
Gone but not forgotten
Missed but not gone
2 comments:
Wednesday morning
3 a.m.
Silence
Can't read any more tonight. Although I love your stuff, I am supposed to be healing, finding my 'balance' again, and am not sure recognising so much in your words is doing me good :/
But I will be back :)
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