Silence
I ask you why, and you reply with silence
Untreaded waters with no horizon
The ground trembles below my feet
Tossed and turned, once more I ask you why
Leaning in with gleaming hope of resolution
Amongst the dissonant timbres
This yearning for the cadence of your voice
This despiration that leaves me breathless for one last
My bed sheets are made of bricks
The weight upon my chest is insurmountable
With grievance I wait for this night to end as
Demons from my past pass by laughing as they taunt
Using only my soul as spare change for the price one must pay to be happy
My mouth is sewn shut by the thread of lies you have fed me
My ribcage is a prison cell for my heart, behind closed bars
And as I wait
I watch the sun baked cement crack under pressure these
Halls can only hold so many before its beams snap like twigs and the walls cave in leaving only dust as a memory
Forgotten and faded away, as these winds carry what remains to unkown boundaries incapable of our understanding
You may ask me why and my reply will be silence
And we will wait
As the beating drum of time treads on
We will wait.
Copyright © Brandon Butler | Year Posted 2019
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