The Window

Insomnia at it's best...or worst.

Through a broken window

In a strong brick wall,

glimpses can be seen

of the past and the fall.

 

What once held sunlight

Is now shrouded and grey.

The dancers have gone,

There's no band to play.

 

The echoes of footsteps

Are all that I hear.

The past - a distant memory,

So far, yet so near.

 

The piano stands silent.

The candles' snuffed out.

The quiet is loud.

The past's ghosts stand about.

 

The remnants of light

That barely filter through

Make way for the night

And the nightmares of you.

 

"Release my heart,

My mind and my dreams!

Let me live again!"

The desperate girl screams.

 

An overwhelming sadness

Can be felt through the room.

With a tear breaking free -

The reply - "The power is within you."

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

oh wow. this is amazing. the power is in you....such a simple statement - yet so hard to accept when the world gives us one punch after another. This is an amazing write.

[The Wave]

i really like this.
this was written well, but the emotion didn't come through the words all the way.

"the quiet is loud" is my favorite line and the only line that screamed to me, funny enough.

good job.