No Words

Standing alone in the crowd
Afraid to enter the fray
Bottled up feelings escaping
Pretending it's all just play
Words no longer express it
Turmoil, terror and strife
Brought on by detrimental decisions
Look what's become of your life
A tragedy born of a comedy
Heroes need more than just hope
When circumstances warrant it
Right at the end of your rope
Time to pull up your bootstraps
Hard at the end of the haul
But everyone's depending on you now
As the prophet who's leading us all

Cento Part Two

Cento Part Two

We are screaming inside but we can’t be heard

Long silence followed then again her voice was stagnant midnight stirred

Pain so extreme as to cause writhing I’m confused by the agony.

Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite terror of their reality.

And a pill won’t take the pain away. But it makes you feel good in a different way.

What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.

Line 1 Sarah McLachlan I Will Remember You Line 2 Charlotte Bronte Jane Eyre Line 3 Imperanon Rhythm of Pain Line 4 Edgar Allan Poe The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket Line 5 Jackal Locked and Loaded Line 6 T. S. Elliot Little Gidding

No Words

Someday never comes

Tomorrow waits for none

If you can hear me, answer

Cause my darkness screams in the night

My throat is raw, I’ve screamed so much

My tears burn fire down my cheeks

This is the hardest thing I’ve ever ended

My terror frightens me

I have no words

Anguish is a lesson in patience

Sorrow is a tale written in woe

There is no longer a hiding place

Time is all that’s left

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The Spectre at the Feast

That one person no one notices

The one you care about the least

Haven’t you always noticed

There’s always a spectre at the feast

The one with the saddest eyes

The one hidden in plain sight

Casually greeting everyone

Seeming ready to flee at first fright

Can’t you just picture it?

The growing terror and dread

No one else knowing the panic

That exists only inside your head

Never knowing the right words

Hoping only it ends

Never knowing if you’re talking

To family, enemies or friends

This may all seem dramatic

I’m often called out for flair

But did you ever stop and wonder

If I know because I’ve been there?

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