A quiet rust

Its war inside…a quiet one at that.

Raging, exploding, collapsing the world…

But the heartbeat is uneventful, ridiculously flat,

Because those grenades are far from being hurled.

 

Smiles cured by the dying evening,

Shine brighter than the stars,

Desperately trying to mask the lack of meaning

To this tiring, lengthy, somehow charming farce.

 

And what is the weight of the soul…

Lighter than the kiss of fate yet heavier than a sigh

Digging up some heaven in the infinite hole

Carefully designed and promised by the dreamsky.

Yet I will never know -

Am I falling in or out of this show?

 

 

  

 

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Tom]

Sincerity, whole hearted commitment is what is required for love to blossom and flourish, anything less and the flower will never reach maturity...

Marvellous metaphor magic in heartfelt words!

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much for the generous words dear Tom :)