Silent music

Borrowed sound

Eclipsed in the wake of a memory lost,

Burdened with quiet respite.

In ivory bound

Your fingers have found their freedom at last,

Tethered to light.

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Daily Prompt: Papa Loves Mambo

In pain alone

I wish to speak

Yet wordless, turn to stone…

Amongst so many,

In their pain – alone.

A feeble dream

Of unremembered youth

Too soon extinguished…

Specs of captured truth.

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Replay

In reply to Played

One night. That was enough

To tear my world apart.

Don’t dare call inconstant

My disappearing act.

 

What would you have me do?

Fight when there was no hope,

When all the while I knew

To stay would mean the rope?

 

I fled. Yes. I admit it.

You did not see my pain,

So from these accusations

Take care to refrain.

 

You were not free to love,

Be mine, be loved in turn.

To watch you be another’s

For this I should return?

 

If only-I were a player

And had a heart of stone,

Yet when the heavens pour

I long for you alone.

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When words are not enough

Why keep away

When you’d much rather not?

Time led astray

In tangled loops I can’t unknot…

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My Depression… and Yours

Walls pulled apart.

Inside and out:

Rubble rubble rubble.

Breathing in deep the dust

Of human existence.

It is not that I fear death.

It is not that I do not know

The pointlessness of life.

It is the pointlessness of pain

That drives my fears;

And when the world crumbles

All around me,

I ask

Have I no shelter from this pain?

Is there no end?

Rubble rubble rubble.