In the Rising and Falling
October 9th, 2007 · 2 Comments
I begin to search
the empty rooms of my memories.
Nothing but dust and decaying veils,
crumbling do I find.
A thought rises and dies,
a silent agony.
Rooms dimly lit, where no happiness rests.
I reach for words,
that simply fall away.
I stretch for meanings,
that elude my tender touch.
Without the light,
I am fading.
Without the glitter of so sweet sounds,
my ears hear nothing but a crushing silence.
I must find a way,
through these rooms of soundless voids.
Until finally I may rest my straining eyes
from peering into the dark.
That I may …
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