Realizations

Late nights, long nights…
They’re the hardest part of this place.
When time dwindles and slows with the darkness of night,
And the soul is stretched over the dull blade of doubt
That has carved your place into the bed where I lay.
Here molehills become mountains.
Here the mind is free in all the terribleness that it brings.
Given to roam, to torment, the mind is a terrible thing
On these late nights, long nights.
The silvery silhouette of the silent moon
Illuminates that place where you ought to be,
And soon in fanciful dreams you are there
As the silver light shines on your golden eyes.
Were it perchance that I’d wake to see the dream come alive,
Then sleep and dream would be easy,
But now that you are gone, the night stretches on.
The late nights, long nights…

Silent

Silent

Silently we walk the halls, silently we run.
Silently we engage in life until that life is done.
Silently we’re with our friends, and silently we smile.
Silently we choke alone abandoned all the while.
And when we speak our words are hollow belying any sound.
And when we think our minds are drowned in the pervading darkness around.
And when we cry our tears are dried by our quickly heated face.
And sorrow becomes humor as emptiness fills its place.
Silently we’ll go to work, silently we’ll go to church.
And we’ll live our lives with dreams not grasped and faith not held and hopes are drowned and friends are forgotten and lovers are scorned and truth is not grasped and God is silenced.
Silently you’ve read this, but silent you mustn’t remain.
Speak quietly to yourself, then speak loud.
Shout then to others then shout what truth you’ve found.