The silence is deafening; the pause, lasting
thoughts starving in a fruitless brain, exhausted
dragging toward each other
only to die before they fuse into coherence.
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
Crickets in the night, and the mute silence of nothing but a keyboard.
By tuttysan © 2009
