Friday, July 28, 2006

Tearless

Grey skies rumble in: a storm
Brewing another distorted day
Tornadoes swirl, as does my brain
Lost in time, misplaced.

Sad music serenades on
Stung by its resounding melody
I lie awake, alone, awash by thoughts
Cold feelings and stinging melodies.

Pause, breathe, wait, think, they say
But a single shade is this morn
In the spectrum of life
As though they have never hurt.

Numbed by lonliness
Blinded by fear
Scathing anger simmering
And smiling tearless eyes

Not a drop do I cry
Bottled fury, sealed pain
Never-betraying, smiling tearless eyes
Veiling my insides of sorrow.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

nice title lol, tears dont fall........

~ L. Rkn

Poetry

when language like bubbling streams flow




when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands




when you feel the essence of the poet from within




when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm



when images reel as you read




when pen and paper create a symphony




then, it is poetry

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