defined by everything i'm not
the spaces in between decisions
left untaken
words unspoken
lines unwritten
breathing broken
listening to the world outside
the endless drums of interaction
open doors
and closing windows
whispers in the wind
betrayed by every brazen move
impaled by the fences
all around me
in the endless stolen afternoons
alone.
quietly pretending
i can build myself a palace
in this stony shelter
huddle round the dying embers
skin will heal
scars will fade
and all my debts will be repaid
skies will darken
rain will fall
and slowly wash away the wall
between the indecision
and the silence
and the pain
and the secret joy of knowing
and forgetting once again.
Voices In My Head by Wayne Myers