Two Rounds and Still No Sound

We are beyond where we should have gone

Where our throats choke on each other’s anger,

 

The days turn to hours, the hours to minutes, the minutes to seconds,

Burnt to ash and all lies in a title,

 

“The End”

 

My words kill, yet they never fulfill the feelings inside-

The way the sun rises, the sun falls, the way it revolves,

The moon drives life into the lifeless tide,

The nail bends by the hammers missed swing,

How my scream is louder in my throat-

 

Perhaps it’s better this way,

 

So the end is never the end

And forever is just a lifetime.

 

Nothing has no sound, no taste, no feeling, no appearance, no smell,

 

Just memories.

 

We started best friends, what better place to sit on the edge of the world,

Let the day fade, the day begin, leave the shadows

To grow stale as today and new ones reside

Behind the prayers strangled at our lips,

 

“the end”

 

As if I believe in anything at all

Reviews

[Linear]

Maybe there are more than just Two Rounds, maybe the tide is full of life.
And just maybe friendship can last far longer than one single lifetime.

Your writing sure makes one think, thank you

[tshigg]

An interesting ride.
"The days turn to hours, the hours to minutes, the minutes to seconds,"
I really like this phrase, it speaks to me but I don't know why, lol! Good work!

[Nobody.]

the concrete images matched to the abstract emotions in your work always grabs me and shakes me.

'nother brilliant write.

cheers!

[Hailnight]

Your poetry is very interesting :) The all so full of deep emotion and meaningful. Well done! Your a very good poet.

[Ellen Hammond]

This is very deep and heartfelt. Just reading it brings tears to my eyes. The only sure thing in life and love is that it never stands still. Change is inevitable love grows or dies. You do well writing about it. But, I know, at least for me, it is easier to write it than to say talk about it.

[HighBrowCulture]

c'est la vie.

the pen of a ruined god.

we will meet in the red room some day.