Isealdor

Shattering glass and echoes of a silent scream The trickle of water forms into a flood A swirl of wind and the wish of a dream Creaking of a door followed with a reverberating bang The pounding of a half-stone heart Shuddered breath explodes its way out Repudiative of the world standing to be torn apart A half-screamed plea but an echoing whisper Breathing of anguish tried to express The ringing of questions without any answers Moans of an arch wanting of a caress A whispering cold filled with the roar of blackness

A life of lies An echoed ghost Of what's supposed to be Of who I am And who I was And who I want to be A life of pretence Thoughts and feelings Hidden from the world But most importantly Kept secret, silent And hidden from Myself. To face that mirror To see inside I no longer recognize The silhouette of My life That returns the stare Emptily back at Me And all the while I convince Myself It matters not And all will be just fine And yet deep inside I know that I am living A life that is a lie.

Harken to the Games, but Heed Thee Such Words You Hear The watcher sits and watches A merrymaker in his merriment. The chaos of a spoken trif'e An echo of a real life But who thee really art thou now? Where does the fettered patrician pose? 'Neath the amassed layers of guile, Who presides o'er the parody? Does the jester the merriment mastermind? Or is the king not but another pawn. Does the watcher really watch? Or is he himself but the watched.

Another one gone, another name added To a list already far too long Just when you think that it's the end There goes yet another friend How many more Who and how next time? Another string of bullet fire Or a spinning, upturned tire No rhyme, no reason Empty halls and cold stone walls Letters cut deep and clean into the rock While tear-streaked faces look on in shock A lesson learned too early on Starting when life should be trucks and dolls Live each day as if it were the last For you never know, and it happens so fast

What was once is now again Come full circle ever more Most last a jungle, drenched with rain Is now a desert, parched with dust Are these the mirrors of the past come back again to haunt A different place with different lives But with the same result The list of names and numbers Grows longer each new day How many times until the end How long must this go on What the difference made is asked And is it worth the cost But the answer, like the rest Stays as it was before In a heartfelt thanks from a man And the smile of a child And in a hope for something more Than a life of fear and terror The answer then now

If I close My eyes I can almost feel The brush of fingertips And cool, softly tickling hair If I close My eyes I can still remember Pale crystal blue Shining from in the dark If I close My eyes I can all but hear Soft whispers in My ear And sounds beyond the trees If I close My eyes I can convince Myself That though We're not together We're not that far apart