To The Nameless

Are there days when you miss the honking cars?

Are there days you long for the daily din?

Are there days when you try to hide in the noise,

Just to shut out the silence within?

 

Are there days when you miss the busy lanes,

While walking down the streets unknown?

Are there days when you wish to walk in the crowd,

Just to pretend you are not alone?

 

Are there days when you try to paint yourself,

In the silvery glow of a moonlit night?

But, perhaps, you want to forget for a while,

That the moon never rises in the darkness inside.

 

Are there days when you want to walk in the rains,

To feel the gentle drops washing away your tears?

And deep within, you wish they could have

Touched your soul and washed your fears.

 

Are there days you wish to stare into the eyes,

Of the brilliant sun with its searing light,

And not be blinded by the Lies of dazzling rays,

Feeling the scorching Truth of pain burning bright?

 

Are there days when you find solace in pain,

So that the hurt keeps the numbness away?

Are there days you stare at the mirror on the wall,

And the eyes of a stranger look back in dismay?

 

Embrace the silence of torment,

Embrace the fear of the soul,

Embrace the numbness and the pain,

Embrace the stranger on the wall.

 

Let yourself burn today in the fire,

Into forgotten ashes of the past.

The day will come for the phoenix of tomorrow,

To rise above the flames at last!