When The Universe Went Silent

 

The fiction of hope

Dragged the empty to dawn

Where cold fells the days embers

And the world appears gone

Truth forged in shadow with vision atilt

And dreams of tomorrows hung dry to the wilt

 

It's the weather of emptiness

That carries the mood

To the echoed starvation

In most dark solitude

Grasping to touch the bare silence of pain

I can only endure as I feel myself rain

 

Another fleeting eternity

Scarred with slivers of chance

As the music slipped past us

With no time for the dance

Never is always and always won't leave

This knotted loss for my world that I grieve

 

                                     

                                                s. paul  (November, 2019)