We’re borne of silence
Built on graves & tombs
Extended & retracted.
Promises past & future.
Until the ebbs they flow no more.
Misery’s a slow burn.
Starts out cold & less than lonely.
Shadows splayed from end to end
Lightly leaning
Lowly screaming…
Time becomes enemy
Slow choke at the neck.
Light trades change
To gale force winds.
Creates a loathsome wreck.
Misery’s a slow turn.
Disappointment begets shame
Shame begets pain
Those shadows turn to misery.
Misery’s a cold burn
Empty stare & state to live
Churn the coals of the soul
To embers of remembrance.
Misery’s a cold turn
A hard left or bold right
Across an unexpecting chin.
Leaving you lonely, bitter
A day you cannot win.
We’re borne in silence
Built on graves & tombs
Extended & retracted.
Promises past & future.
Until the flows they ebb no more…