It ignored me
carried on with its own monotonous existence...

There is no such thing as silence
for when I curl into a ball...

Life sits and weeps in silence
...........apart from the ticking...

I fall, eyelids heavy breaking imaginary props
and land head first into idyllic providence...

To swallow a shadow is to swallow a companion
to relinquish all care to those bowels of despair...

You found me hiding beneath the shadows
enticing me to join your game with dancing...

Staring too hard at my reflection in a simple...
I tumble...

Alone
silence ringing...

I learnt the value of determination
the day you looked passed the excess baggage...

Now that man has finalised his beginning
not knowing where nature's lies scream...

Now I know it is all too much
stumbling, then falling hard...

A blank canvas, a cliché on its own
should I paint a heart...