Tonight screams my loudest silence
over the hills before my reach;
melting down to quicksands fold
to be my heartbeats of each;
each forgotten folds I knelt
before repentance and humility,
now deception of a sober promise;
my eyes hold, sans dignity;
what separation must heal me,
but resurrection of what's left
of broken promises in erosion
to dust of memories' only theft;
but why place what's so delicate
on thrones fragile as crowns
where never nobility ever witnessed,
successes but my tireless frowns;
oh, to be merciful, lies, be merciful,
on souls unbroken but have quaked
more beats apart than years
unbounded
from newborn wishes I could break;
yet, empty now's my memory
of what was living within my secrets
or what survival meant so lonesome
or what existence ever deepest;
but days at passing, I'll meet mine
one beauty to remember;
on laid back days, asylum stains
before my flaws could lie December
maybe but closeness means apart
by space or wisdom, never heart,
so long my bloodstream's ever
streaming
may back to poetry where I start.
