Category: Writers Block
I wonder where the light goes
When the light is gone
Why the warmth it left
Suddenly seems unreal
Dreams echoing in the corners of fragmented thoughts
As the threads of what was once familiar
Drift away like snow flakes in winter
Lost forever
The emptiness driving a hole into what was once solid and alive
But what is life?
When life feels so hollow
It’s like a river with no direction
A sea with no emotion
It all just becomes a jumble of pointless reveries
But where do dreams go
When dreams don’t matter
Where is the winding road going to go
If no where feels like it’s a constant
And anywhere would be welcomed with open arms
How do you feel
When life is gone
And how do you see
When your heart is closed
Locked, and love is something you try and hold on to
Even when you don’t remember what it feels like
What does success taste like
When the world keeps spinning
But you aren’t sure if you belong in it
Or where you belong for that matter
And the smell of nature
I remember
But I don’t hear those memories so clearly
Figuratively speaking
They are faded echoes
Or are they?
Thots showing forth..... Deep Thinking
Your words are so nicely descriptive that I feel the sense of being lost and indecisive when I read them. Well written.
Thank you
if i may take of your
words so beautifully recorded
and
give just a bit of
re arange ment to them
one line in particular,
"Dreams echoing in the corners of fragmented thoughts"
to
The Dreams they are echoing
Within the corners
Where the thoughts fragmented live
As the threads of what was once familiar
Drift away like snow flakes in winter
Just saw this. Well-written like your other one. Seems to have a similar theme to it.
"When your heart is closed
Locked, and love is something you try and hold on to
Even when you don’t remember what it feels like "
{just an emotional type of feeling re-conveyed
follows...}
When heart is closed
...Locked
When the heart is closed, so tightly closed
closed so tightly, even to the point of being Locked
...Locked, locked with. "Where can the key be found?"
is the question for an answer sought.
...love is something you try and hold on to
Even.. even..
Even when you can barely
remember what it feels like.