Between the ears

The silence is deafening;  the pause, lasting

thoughts starving in a fruitless brain, exhausted

dragging toward each other

only to die before coherence can find them.

There’s nothing to say, no tears to shed

no one to blame, nothing to regret

Owning, and knowing in dreadful peace

exactly where you are supposed to be

with whom you’re supposed to be

doing what you should be

your life made by design, of your own

no reason to weep, no fingers to point

but to self.

Crickets in the night, and the mute silence of nothing but a keyboard.

By tuttysan © 2009

~ by tuttysan on August 18, 2009.