As this pen flows today- solitude in this room reigns
But it’s disturbed- by screams of silence, wales of laughter,
Hiccups and tears, things undone, words unsaid
It’s all in this eclipsed heart of mine
It’s all in this darkness-retrospect of love and life no matter how short,
I gaze back, all is smoke and mirrors should things have been different?
My heart refuses to answer, could things have been different?
Some one says yes.
I start crawling forth, for some reason I see it,
It’s clearer than the past, each murmur soars,
I awake, more darkness now pinches, solitude troubles
I need light
I live such illusions
I don’t say- no regrets, there are some, more than some of past people
I want them back
I also need the future- to bind with the past, but present seems so uncertain!