Silently Waiting1 min 185 1 min 185
I grew complacent in your mid-autumn grasp, scrawling
Meaningless words on forgotten paper, trying to breathe life
Into the dark without wasting a single gulp of air.
The silence is excruciating, don’t you dare cry here in the pits of ever-watching guardians
Nobody can see the scars you try to scream, entire forests are felled
While wine and revelry happen mere thoughts away.
Starving for comfort, carrying vague but constant fears, cycles of it’ll be okay just work harder
Then we try and we try but only dust graces our battered hands.
I can’t bring myself to plow through these maize fields, yet
Expecting dawn to shed light on these seedlings of fear
These scattered leaves are promises to myself thrown into the wind -
how long have I been waiting to change? scribbling hopes and dreams
Has never made anything come true - I know this torn secret
But my breath catches and I am unable to move.
Autumn has become winter and the blizzard has hidden the wolves
With snow pelts coated with hope. let’s pick the last flower
And tear it into shreds, resting on a white grave. I will visit when the time is right