Solitude amongst crowded rooms.
Weariness amidst the boast of energy.
Lacking strength to pull away.
Away from these morbid thoughts.
Drawn so deep inside.
Depression lined with blankness.
Out of sight, out of world.
Lying cold still on marbled floor.
Withered on the freezing ground.
A summer flower met with the harshness of winter.
So bent over.
All life seemingly vanished from within.
To be found such as this.
The loud horror filled shrills.
Echoing off marbled walls.
Would be heard throughout.
Yet there is no sound.
Only the echoing of eerie silence.
Too far gone to notice.
Salted water pooling beneath.
Lines etched down the face of this still figure.
Pain laced underneath strained muscles.
It comes from within.
That none other then words can writhe.
To gaze upon with eyes such as these.
Empathy beyond all words.
For what good comes from hence.
These fiery hell bent darts.
They are exact.
Straight and true.
Never once missing.
Causing anguish every time.
Cold still on marbled floor.
Eyes fixed in place.
Ears having drowned out.
The chaos that surrounds.
Copyright 2009 Lauren Hall ©
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Decision
We make them every day.
A decision that shapes us every moment.
The slightest change determining who we might become.
Choices that could ultimately change history.
Time is stretched out before us.
Like a Archer read for the kill.
If he were to release that arrow.
Where would it lead?
There are multiple paths to every road.
Perhaps a million.
Winding and weaving its way.
Moving straight towards its destination.
Deciding between them.
One will give you solace and peace.
The other will give you pleasure and bliss.
How tempting they sound.
The decisions one can make.
The possibilities are endless.
Your mind conjuring up all prospects.
Where should you even begin.
To choose between up or down.
Light or darkness.
Life and death.
Roads that lead to different ends.
Opening one door expecting another.
Should the door be shut?
Is it possible to shut it?
Is the illusion too tempting to turn away.
To reopen that door.
Step back through time and space.
Just to open another.
A parallel life you would have never known.
The decision to bend time.
To make it our own.
Twisting and pulling until it is right.
Choosing to make a new tomorrow.
How many lives did we change.
How many worlds did we destroy.
To reverse our mistakes.
To have a new beginning.
Copyright 2009 Lauren Hall ©
A decision that shapes us every moment.
The slightest change determining who we might become.
Choices that could ultimately change history.
Time is stretched out before us.
Like a Archer read for the kill.
If he were to release that arrow.
Where would it lead?
There are multiple paths to every road.
Perhaps a million.
Winding and weaving its way.
Moving straight towards its destination.
Deciding between them.
One will give you solace and peace.
The other will give you pleasure and bliss.
How tempting they sound.
The decisions one can make.
The possibilities are endless.
Your mind conjuring up all prospects.
Where should you even begin.
To choose between up or down.
Light or darkness.
Life and death.
Roads that lead to different ends.
Opening one door expecting another.
Should the door be shut?
Is it possible to shut it?
Is the illusion too tempting to turn away.
To reopen that door.
Step back through time and space.
Just to open another.
A parallel life you would have never known.
The decision to bend time.
To make it our own.
Twisting and pulling until it is right.
Choosing to make a new tomorrow.
How many lives did we change.
How many worlds did we destroy.
To reverse our mistakes.
To have a new beginning.
Copyright 2009 Lauren Hall ©
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)