Within the Pause of Uncertainty

Within the pause of uncertainty, Within the agonizing serenity between violence and relief, Do I find myself now, Holding onto what I have made dear… Because within it all, I am not supposed to fear Hope is supposed to remain People resume and claim sane I’d rather wash the silence away Clear the debris to see the real damage Something is soon to come Some sick, ancient sound pounds the eardrum There it is again, and the peace of in-between is removed Pretending to be cool as the blood boils beneath Crushed in the crunchy failures of others’ skeletons And the decaying ones’ inevitable, comparable fate There is no clean slate It’s the buildup that keeps us going It’s the wonder, the…never knowing