Black Out
A rocking chair settles in the core of darkness
Time flows through the room
Narrow room
Empty as a drum
Four walls
No threshold to help me run!
Silence speaks
Screams its words out
Candle light grows dim
A symphonic humming of trees
And the yawn of the night
Fills the room
A wind crosses through a sealed window
Leaving an echo of a cradle song behind
Air shivers
The candle sought for light
Silence turns to rhythm
The echo of the gravelly voice of time
Tick, Tock
Loud heart beats
The sound of a pen
Scribble, scribble
A moment of hollowness
Pen hits the ground
A numb, Heart ache
Tightness
A Voice of pain growls
Silence turns to shadows
A swift glance to memories
Tears shed to words unspoken
A dull voice of a clock
Tick, Tock
A shallow breathing nearly fading
A rocking cradle
Blurry room
Heart beats muteness
Blackout
A threshold helps me run
Copyright © Nesma Alnsour | Year Posted 2010
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