Notice

No one notices...
---The song inside my soul.
Its dead on the mantle,
broken like a bowl.

My talent, so surreal.
Stoic, and now hurting,
its nothing left but wanning,
In a disease sound, disdaining,

...Its lost all its color,
its no longer a painting's lover.

What ever happened to notices?

Why don't they comprehend,
what I've left on the doors,
up in the cupboards,
there on the floor.

Even in front of their own War...

Solitude is my craving,
westward glances all but fall,
wonders of when this dear wall,
will end up in my mothers bawl.

Tears stroke my gentle face.
Wrapped up in solitudes blanket,
covering the scene of snow,
hiding whats deep inside,
whats ruined all; he'll never know.

Broken like a figurine,
the eyelids of my face fade,
they droop like dropping facades,
lost beneath the stains

Subtle movements echo throughout,
hurt feelings go unheard,
and moments vogue of pain,
stand clear, and without dissonance.

When will they notice the falling leaves...

When will they take action...

When will they see me standing,
at the edge of the scene,
far across the sea,
to far to catch, to far to stop.

When will it end..
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*I'm sorry if everyone expected something better...Its an older poem. Finally decided to post it.

*By the way, I dont feel this way anymore ;)

*God Bless