Factor III - Tired

You walk out and silence gut-punches me.

Here I am again, alone in the dark;

Spirit shadows and inaudible conversation

Fill the heavy air and my heart.

 

Twenty hundred hours and its dark outside already,

Just like last year -

I swear it was this same day one past year

I stood in the dirt filling an empty grave.

 

Here still I sit in the same damned place,

Crumpling paperwork and sorting troubling thoughts.

I stare out the window into the darkness,

Snowflakes glistening in sunshine rays;

 

Icicles transform into spring blossoms,

Warmer air, a breeze on my face - 

I slip back into fall's redemption,

Your soul in my hands, my tears on your face.

 

◄ Restlessness

AA ►

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