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Momentary Lapse of Reason.

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I am an empath which means I can "feel" others emotions and feelings as well as put into words things others would find hard to understand.


Who looks out of your eyes,

sometimes I don't know,

why do you act surprised,

when the cold winds blow,

standing under a shadow,

taunting the icy breeze,

comments you say are shallow,

touch my heart and freeze,

spellbound by your beauty,

the crevices run cold,

your lips look red and fruity,

promises untold,

I whisper across the the empty void,

to which you don't reply,

tears of salt are frozen,

in the corner of your eye,

my limbs are becoming weightless,

as the freeze begins to bite,

a frozen heart that's faceless,

stares into the night,

I'm standing there so humble,

while you throw away my love,

broken hearts just crumble,

and fit you like a glove,

eyes so bright they smite me,

as the deluge begins to fall,

arms of love now fight me,

and pin me to the wall,

your laughter turns to echoes,

as you slowly move away,

words scurry like geckos,

there's nothing left to say.

They say the simple things

in life are free,

but nothing simple

comes to me,

all around I look and see

only to others it appears to be,

life for others normality,

buzzing around

like busy little bees,

yearning dreams all trying to see,

floating like leaves

away from me,

happiness eludes like

the branches of a tree,

hope for the dammed

from the mouths that plea,

moist tired eyes

that become bleary,

to others life seems so carefree

beyond the pale

in silent dignity,

to me my solitary tears,

rivers run so salty,

toward an end that

becomes slippery,

long lost emotion

for others which seem,

to pass ever-so swiftly.

There are Angels in my tears,

there are footprints in my soul,

the howling wind hides my fears,

only the emptiness tries to hold.

Constant dripping of the rain, taps a soulful beat,

echoes screaming to be heard,

whispers cold embrace,

like unknown lovers waiting to meet,

solitude of the runner,

as he wins his solitary race.

Aching breath escapes the mind,

while laughter robs the view,

it's only now your going blind,

childlike eyes, ….everything seems new.

The sun did dip below the line,

as my head falls to the floor,

dreams like echoes can be mine,

and the crowd called out for more.

Time is a torment of life,

shadows of the past causes you strife,

time waits for no man so they say,

ticking incessantly throughout the day.

A million heartbeats later you wonder why,

the tears in your eyes begin to run dry,

it's not only words that hurt and cause you pain,

but the momentum of life that makes you strain.

Each passing hour is time undone,

each passing moon chases the sun,

each shortened day nothing to see,

each shortened night nowhere to be.

Walking through fields jumping fences,

nature all around filling your senses,

momentary lapses of your vision,

detracts you from your sacred mission.

Only sixteen degrees of separation,

excludes us all from another nation,

yet we go through life like we're alone,

detached from humanity we like to roam.

In a crowed you stand so isolated,

passing strangers who are over rated,

aimlessly you look into voided eyes,

searching for solace, no surprise.

You seek fulfilment a life well done,

notoriety and humour you share with no one,

like a flickering candle in the night,

flame robbed by the breeze just for spite.

Tired and hungry you strive to rest,

this journey of life put to the test,

along the winding road of abandoned hope,

awaits on a branch the hangman's rope.

© 2019 Mark

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