Songs can really rewind us.
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Songs can really rewind us.
The end feels already written
But is it merely ink on paper, or etched in stone?
Delicate, easily torn
Hidden in our thoughts
So much love must remain
Unseen and unheard
Silent confessions
These, too, fated to be lost
Alone in the dark
I curl myself tight
In my recovery bed
Finding comfort here
This tiny, soft space
Like a child’s old blanket
Where I seek healing
So many friends
Stunned to be somehow one of them
I find myself on guard
Having learned them to be ephemeral
Sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly
Evaporating into the vapid hollow space
Where my love echoes, no longer heard
By any but me
February 12, 2025, 10:40 p.m.
3 a.m. I wake
Remembering everyone
…
Waking in the night
This world under sea of stars
…
With apprehension unknown…
Confused heart beats on
Waiting for the solitude
I don’t really want
When I find valuable gems
My fingers feel cold
As I reach out
…
Stormy skies pound down onto dark shorelines
Anger whips branches and brambles to and fro
Thunder and lighting tear the sky into pieces
Echoing a desperate rage
Found in any lifetime of faulty connections
Dark clouds oppressive with no end in sight
Mix with a melancholy
Only the perpetually lonely can understand…
Innate loneliness
Decision wants to be made
To stay or to go