When the tears won't come,
When the words stop flowing,
When emotions overwhelm and the walls close in,
Beseech for release as the lights fade to dim.
When the trivial is serious,
And the minor seems staged,
When anger is reserved and screams introverted,
Encased in lamentations taunting and contorted.
When loneliness rears its head,
When shadows won't lift,
And as the mind toils for closure,
Bright eyes fade from over-exposure.
H.T
20/03/2007
This is the first time I have written in a very long time. It seems that words only flow (or what I consider to flow) when I am in the thick of it...heh go figure.
