Category: Writers Block
Listen listen
Listen listen.
The rain keeps a beat you well know.
And lyrics long forgotten thread through your voice.
Thin, soft and weak, the melody fills the empty room.
Echoing back at you.
Never forget. Listen, Listen.
A tear glitters faintly on your cheek.
A sob fights its way past your clinched teeth and you cry.
A tear for those who’ve been lost and can never be reborn.
A tear for the secrets you hide.
The embers lay cold in your mind.
The lifeless remains of passion and regret.
And there you stand staring into the summer storm.
Lightning flashes brilliant in your eyes.
Throw back your head and let the memories return.
Feeding your addiction to the pain the illusions bring.
Thunder in your ears and you open your eyes.
Enemies too often become lovers you know.
The wine glass shatters on the bare floor.
Liquid like blood pouring forth.
Bite back your cries and let the battle commence.
You’ll not be the first to call a truce!
And when you’re alone you can look back on this scene.
Intelligence alludes you still.
And you’ll sing the song again, the lyrics Fresh in your mind.
And the rain keeps a beat you well know.
Listen, listen.
Listen, Listen.
Listen, Listen
Listen, Listen
Listen, listen.
A/n
I hate this poem, it was hard to write. Bla.
I disagree its stunning as always..though we are often our worst critics
Listen, Listen
Listen my children and you shall hear of the midnight ride of Paul Revere…
Ooops! Wrong story.. *I think
So Haunted was it raining a thunderous downpour on that special night that you and Paul in a land of dreams far, far away rode horseback through the night so dark…
Did bolts of lighting strike at the ground as the hooves of the horses took flight…
All teasing aside…this writing is Brilliant Cala. *huggessess
ooo, thankies Conny and I shall say nothing about Paul's riding abilities, or... something. hehehehe. but thanks you two