Hoping To Hear
Hoping to hear
I cradle my sorrow as if it were new
Pushed back inside of a dream
Counted the walls that provided the view
Boarded up windows that scream
No place to go, slowly pacing the floor
Footprints on carpet so bare
Longing a knock on the dusty front door
Just a small sign that you care
Feeling the pain as the beats find their end
Losing the reason to start
Wondering if the breaks will ever mend
Quickly that form in my heart
Silence is golden, I’ve heard this before
But let me make it quite clear
Not when it comes from the one you adore
Wishing her voice I could hear
So here I sit as the echoes now fade
Gathering tears as they fall
Steady the stream in the loneliness made
Hard to make sense of it all
Wondering why all this gold is not shining
Tarnished and piled in a heap
Searching for clouds with a fine silver lining
Only the darkness I keep
And as I wallow away in this room
Nothing at all is now heard
Except the patter of tear drops I cry
Hoping to hear but a word
More silence. :)
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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