It’s kind of the same every day …
keep the insecurity away and just get up …
That’s how little my thoughts are layered …
keep life away and pay it with my body …
It’s a bit like this, every single night …
keep hope up with duvets that never get warm …
It’s so little I finally find the treasure of sleep …
hold out just a few more days in my own arms …
Quiet in the dark night alone with dreams …
lying in bed with thoughts trapped in fear …
Quiet thoughts so endlessly tender …
quietly I let everything fall into the gap …
It’s kind of the way life goes …
held apart and let most things go the wrong way …
It’s kind of like I’m nowhere to be reached …
hold on to dreams no one can get…
neither you nor me all just an immaculate phantom …
It’s kind of weird that someone just wants it dark …
hold back and never let a stranger in…
as everything can be change to hope …
It’s kind of weird that we choose to live in a lonely drought …
keep to ourselves and isolate ourselves…
far away where no one walks and talks …
Quietly we disappear away in a noise of empty shattered memories ….
quiet every day because there is no faith …
nor does there exist any hate…
Quietly I take off and put on my same clothes …
quietly stands one evening my worn out shoes …
An immersive and contemplative work that is yet another fine exemplar of this author’s poetic metier.
Introspective poem.
This poem evokes for me growing older and quieter. Sometimes it is best to say nothing even though everything seems wrong. My opinion and thoughts discounted by smug and self-satisfied, small minded people. What can you do?
A thought-provoking,contemplative literary work.