Your Face, by bedazzled Subscribe to rss feed for bedazzled

The trapdoor is opened,
And suddenly I'm still,
Too much weight to move,
Just an aching chill,
And as I try to breathe,
It all starts falling down,
The grey is indespensable,
No light around,

And thread by thread,
I try to restitch my head,
To sew together the thoughts,
From which I fled,

I get caught in the silence,
Without ability to speak,
Just distances to fall and pain to leave me weak,
Melting into the memories,
That hold me in place,
And through the tears I can only see your face,

I push it all inside,
And insulate myself with lies,
So that I don't fall,
Into your eyes,
Routine just catches me,
Distracting from the grief,
But I'll never heal,
Never feel relief,

And bit by bit,
I put the pieces where they fit,
Until the jigsaw is complete,
And there's nothing to admit,

I get caught in the solitude,
So don't leave me alone,
Don't let me see the misery that I've been shown,
Drifting into the voices,
From another time and place,
And through the tears I can only see your face.
Posted: 2006-04-08 23:39:35 UTC

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