By and Between the Senses and Silence

Chained emotion locked in seclusion; Down-trodden, feeling defiled, and sunken Deep into the bottom of grief and lamentation; Life so vain, skin so pale, and broken. How have you lived with the might that you borrow? Was it for own greed or for reasons so shallow? Memories are sometimes but the tales of the fools - Portraying nobility to a once wicked soul. The promise of a new day has tarnished its vow; The flowers of this occasion are now readied for mourning. That to regain the strength is something fate would not allow Except for the remembrance into someone's heart for keeping. Cry! Oh Soul, may God hear that you weep; As no one can hear you but the Good Lord and yourself. So often the hypocrites and saints shall gather for a purpose; To commend a good name at one's foregoing repose. Grasp while you can for the breath that sustains the living; Scarcity abounds when the flesh is frail and aging. Gone are the times of lavishness for feasting or for wasting When a contract is entered into by and between the senses and silence. . . Date & Time of Writing: January 18, 2012 3:44pm - 4:21pm Been suffering with vertigo for days already. I came into thinking of a life to cease untimely and how one would try to look back his past if given the chance to have some recollection..