Etherium Blind

Etherium Blind

A Chapter by Wolfwind

Blind in Etherium’s light

My voice shouts words never heard

Never seen

Never known

Only echos ride away

Man walks on by


Frustration crawls upon my skin

Screaming madness encompasses my mind

Faltering

Stumbling

I run towards life’s sheltered shadows

Darkness spins

An eternal twist of chance

A dread fear of happenstance


One breath

One hearts wish

One minds dream

No time

I scream


The kisses of fate’s chains

Catching my soul

Yanking

Pulling

Dragging it down

Onto my knees

I cry below and beg above


Where has the light gone?

Where did the dreams drift?

Where is my hearts key?

How did the lights fade?

Why did the dreams die?

Is my heart really alone?


With tired eyes filled with clouds

There is a want to reach up and feel

The emotions I once walked before

Tired of the tears that come

Tired of the ache that I feel

Tired of this dark

Shadowed kiss I taste


Mirrors whisper of a choice

Windows speak of a decision

Doors open

Doors lock

Which door is mine to the light?

How do I know which is right?

How can I climb while I’m chained?

How do I break this metal tight?

How do I let my soul take flight?


One breath

One hearts wish

One minds dream

No time

I scream


A nocturnal fear burns my life blood

My strife boils in darkened quicksand

All hearts must weep

For those tears that seep

Endless voices shout their ire

Let them go!

Can I not find a peaceful sleep?

No!


Thunder pounds in my ears

Lighting continues to strike

Making more of my fears

I try to breathe

I try to wish

I try to dream

Time stops

Like broken clocks

All just mock

It’s the end

The beginning died

It’s all I can do...


I scream!



© 2012 Wolfwind


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Wolfwind
Wolfwind

Coupeville, WA



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