Done? No way to escape the quiet rage that brews within. Anger and rage without a voice that swings like a pendulum to fear and loneliness. What did I do? What did I do to make you remove your touch from my heart? Time stands still as I watch the seconds tick away. Sunset, sunrise, the darkness is cold in August. The desert stirs the senses towards solitude as I think back to greater days. Days of laughter, the chills of passion in the morning, long stares, sweet eruptions of ecstasy. Long walks in the mind to places that only dreamers go, where lovers live, pride is cast aside and care is the hinge to other days.
Now….left in the echo of the screaming and shouting, where there are no words. Stuck, in the echo of distant memories from a yesterday now grow faint. Can’t let go…..can’t move forward…can’t breathe….can’t sit still….can’t stop running. Can’t! Can’t ever love again. Rest in peace heart…rest in pieces.
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