The lights are falling out every instance
Every wound has an owner in you and me
Dreams are filled with ghosts and growing distance
But sleep is my only remedy
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All my painful thoughts are concentrated
Days have slowly turned into years
All this healing is anticipated
My cries are falling on empty ears
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I cannot foresee what fate has in store
Silence plays a soulful melody
I’m bleeding words like never before
These scars have left behind a memory
So I’m going through your past posts, with music in the background -as it should be- and I wonder, do you write with musec in the background…writing as it goes, or is it more structured?
“welcome to where time stands still, no one leaves, and no one will” -is my wish for you. Hetfield, and the boys, mind you, lay claim
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Some of my posts have a lot to do with music
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So deep ant beautiful.. Love it
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Thanks
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This poem is really deep in thought. Your words are oozing with pluralistic emotions. Great poem.
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I really enjoyed this poem. It’s really deep and cerebral. Very nice! And thanks for liking the poems on my blog. It’s an honor to get so many likes so quickly.
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No poetry without a scar or two, eh? Lovely stuff, keep it going… 😀
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If you live them, you must write about them
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Yup, agreed! 😊
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Wonderfully an truthfully written!
hugs & kisses chris
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Thank you
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Sleep is a remedy…Amen to that.
Good stuff again. The words took me in and then the rhyming scheme hit. Played out well.
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Thanks a lot
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Love
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Thanks
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You’re welcome
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