I don’t want to rise again but I know I have to.
This ground is cold and damp and it is seeping
into me, I am becoming numb, my soul is dying.
The sky is a dark shade of emptiness, the air I
breath gives continuation where once it gave life.
The stars have died and my eyes have forgotten
what beauty looks like. I flip through songs
searching for the lyrics that beat to the same
tune as I do, there are none, so I search again
the airwaves are empty. The silence echoes my
emptiness twanging against the iron bars.
A smashed light bulb above my life, fragmants of glass
litter the ground and like an expert I tip toe through.
My wounds have long bled out and become the ink
in my pen, even that now runs dry, congealed and
scabby. One song is replaced with another as I
search for my beat, searching blindly for the
lyrics that whisper to my soul. I can only hear
the sound of breaking atoms their energy bursting,
streaming the skies with invisible energy. Iwant to
rise again and walk in the shadows where the silence
is my friend and the darkness my lover.
Karen Hayward ©2016