All That Glitters is Not Gold

My life in a nutshell

I once had a best friend
and we were to go to school together
she was to hunt rocks
and I to seek out the time
before history.
I let her slip through my hands
and now her whereabouts are unknown.
There’s no words to describe
my sense of destruction,
my sense of annihilation,
it’s a tryst well ingrained within
the very fabric behind my facade.

Those who are silent are prey…
Those who are silent are dead…

I couldn’t believe how easy it was:
I took the pen to the paper
and scratched open these little people.
Holy tunnel vision left them at the altar,
and I never saw it come down upon me
until the time came�"
I crawled inside
a safe place
carved out by
a tall stranger
who I didn’t pay attention to
initially, anyways.
He would light the way
for three years unknowingly
until my pyrite tongue opened
a door inside him�"
My mouth is closed now,
my world is gone
and I’m just one,
longing to feel him 
and the other guy again.
There are no words to describe
this noise inside my head.
There are no reasons why
my wounds keep opening.
The glimmers of dreams
diverted in their river of doubt
because for them,
it never came about.
I have marks none can see
or hear, because
theft of innocence
isn’t a crime.

Author's Note

Just something I wrote on the dot yesterday afternoon as a therapeutic mechanism (a commonality amongst my work)