Final Sunday
Silence
As I search
for the light
In this
too familiar room
The
darkness won't let me
Find the
switch I assumed
I feel
for the walls
That
confine this lurid space
They seem
so distant
Too often
I feel misplaced
Where is
that cracked door
Where the
light gets in?
I know I
have found it here before
Lurking
in the shadows naively veiled by sin
As
darkness consumes me
I feel
for my soul
Am I back
here again?
In the
darkest of holes?
The room
is so chilling here
As a
candle’s flicker dims
It’s wick
so very short now
That all
wax is consumed
This once
was a sanctuary
With
people who cared
A refuge
for the hopeless
Who
willingly shared
The
stench of haunting silence
Now
deafens my mind
A
journey’s full circle now,
As a
faded memory preys on what’s left behind…
Where
once there was love
Darkness
and eerie silence fills the air
A stone
cold feeling overwhelms me
Knowing
love can vanish without warning…
Disappearing…
into thin air~
Harlon
Rivers…Sunday, February 13th, 2011
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