Poetic Endorphins
the image, torn away, betrays
the emptiness of much we
seek and value;
your heart's weighed down by many things:
but just continue hiding all that,
shall you?
if only perfect bodies we,
or perfect families, jobs, or
maybe smiles
if only we'd go viral, or
be known and loved for stories, or
for styles
the image, torn away, betrays
the isolation of
our heart's recess
where lonely in a silent room
we ponder all it costs to find
success
the noisy crowd
that flocks the beach
seems so lonesome
Today, the world seems cold and gray.
I hope it doesn’t stay that way –
It chills me to my very bone,
A creature, silent and alone
And colden days come back to me
Gray hours by a churning sea
I’d stare into uncaring waves
And dream of her I longed to see
Another gray time now I view:
An autumn day that we once knew
You told me you must go away
The painful words I knew were true
So here again, amidst the gray
Another cold, indifferent day
I shiver, slightly, deep in thought
And travel towards what destiny
Has wrought
I have but my footsteps for company,
Echoing through the empty hallways;
And yet, ever living inside of me,
That stranger, who shadows me
Always
to show it’s
to admit
you know it
so we eschew it
even though
we all go through it
From across a far ravine.
An echo in the forest
From across a far ravine;
The last words that you said to me
In memory still green
An echo in the forest
That my lonesome ears discern:
The sound of your departing
Knowing you would not return
