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Which way the ember fall
Glass to the soles of my feet when I step
Smoke fills my lungs when no lighter can be found
The crush of gravity pulls my shoulders forward
Where did all the light go?
Pencils by the window where my artistry once bloomed
Water in the air but not a cloud
The burst of eardrums, ringing
What sense does it make to live this way?
I won't be here forever
I won't be here for long
I wish I loved you never
I wish I loved you strong
For all the sense we made and yet we had to work it out
A battle we lose before we begin to find our swords
A man of stone, and pages empty
Music echoes on without my voice
Smoke fills my lungs when no lighter can be found
The crush of gravity pulls my shoulders forward
Where did all the light go?
Pencils by the window where my artistry once bloomed
Water in the air but not a cloud
The burst of eardrums, ringing
What sense does it make to live this way?
I won't be here forever
I won't be here for long
I wish I loved you never
I wish I loved you strong
For all the sense we made and yet we had to work it out
A battle we lose before we begin to find our swords
A man of stone, and pages empty
Music echoes on without my voice
Published 14th Jan 2020
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A puzzle. A poem. A portrait.
Is there an answer? What is the question?
Is there an answer? What is the question?
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23rd Jan 2020 10:13am
This speaks to me of how suffocating life can be to our soul at times, how it can crush the light within us, we are always learning but sometimes it's only at the end we really KNOW, and the music of life still goes on.....a deeply connecting read, thank you :)
