Echoes and Screams (with deltafrostone)

Years have lost the innocence
Of words through cups and strings.

Once-persistent patience settles to a bitter decay,
Time hurtling through the bitterness.

Scrambling for lost hopes like loose change in a fountain,
Caught in a public gauntlet of desperate cries...

Wishes upon wishes lost in translation to the entrapment of our hope
—Changing in the sunlight as we evolve.

We rise ever higher, though the ground feels like quicksand.
"Reach for the stars" morphs from a motto into a cruel taunt,
As intruding whispers emerge in between too many drinks and lines.

Forgive me and my failure,
I don't like to say never.
If only time wasn't this convoluted, Change in the house of flies becomes
A sickly humorous tale.

I don't mean to always leave,
but then again, I do—
Closing the door to erase stern voices and concerned faces...
Unwittingly left with only silent screams that escape to cracks in my mirror.

Beautiful spaces erase the memories; Lonely dolls dress the halls.
How can we change our circumstances when time won't allow?

These questions I ponder through the night,
Watching the clock stubbornly tick,
And slowly drifting to that distant spot in my wilderness:
Far away from the daunting echoes of what could have been.


(First collaborative piece ever... A feat not accomplished by even childhood friends at home. Pleasure scribbling with ya, old friend.)