Hard Times or how to relate to the things around you…

Posted by yseult on Feb 21, 2005 in Poetry | 0 comments

If only she knew how I can feel her pain… if only she could see into my eyes and follow the path of the strong confidence,
If only one of my many words was enough to give her the long awaited call,
If only I could take up her heart to find the clouds,
If only I was strong enough.

What does it all mean? Where does it end? And where will we finally wake up to our boldest dreams?
I wish I had the force to show her,
or tell her even.

Reaching out has never been as easy. And never been as futile.

Desolation and ever single shadow reaching out for me,
are a shroud that will at last claim my tired self…
… when all the words have been spoken and no solace was offered.
… when the shells of a single emotion, turned over and over again, finally is shattered by the glorious day.
… when I have at last found my last breath.

Already I cannot hear myself thinking anymore.
Already all ‘ultimate’ things have summed up to… nothingness.
Already my head lies weary.

Silence is my only companion.

“The soulless sigh of the weary…”
Hard Times by Eastmountainsouth