Gap
When everything spokes its irony
The moments that hold a thousand memories
Where now are all in tune of melancholy
Dancing in the rhythm of fading bliss.
The chains of laughter’s are gone in air
For silence lingers the atmosphere
Consuming moments with tears like rivers
Bound in state of enigma and despair.
Countless thoughts dance like pendulums
Imbricating visage of numerous phantoms
A phantoms of bitter by gone
Which I garnered along the run.
The days are flipping as the book's pages
And I had thought that this is the wage
To be engulf of deafening silence
Yet, it won’t last throughout my existence.
Copyright © Ruth Wrights | Year Posted 2016
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