In the deafening silence of 12
I stare into the shiny anthracite eyes of midnight and wonder about
the pointlessness of it all;
the means to an end, the ying and yang of it all,  black splashes of time that seem to
ebb and flow
washing away the truths I once knew,
an innocence I once possessed,
a faith that now longs for the simplest of me,
the purity in this long begotten soul of mine
My harbour of solace and hope is now closed to a raging sea
I toss and turn, praying for some kind of rescue instead of praying for
mercy . . .
mercy, mercy me
Maybe the reality is that I am truly broken, maybe I’ll just anchor far away from the rocks on shore
but maybe I’ll just drift back and away, and away
wait until 12 turns to 3 for me,
all for the stygian likes of me
Maybe . . .

• mabs (anne) says:

  February 8, 2010 at 10:47 pm

  This is beautifully written ~m – the line that struck a cord with me “an innocence I once possessed”. As I read this I wonder where it comes from. You seem like so many things to me… but dark? No, you seem so colorful to me, full of life! I guess we all have our dark side…. sadly, I can soooooooo relate to this. I fight it all the time.

  Thank you so much, Mabs.
  We do have our dark side.
  I tend to show mine a bit more than others do.
  Still not sure if that’s a good thing.
  Thanks again
  ~m

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• anonymum says:

  February 13, 2010 at 4:21 pm

  Making a comment just cos I can!
  :hat:

  

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• Mrs. V says:

  February 14, 2010 at 10:45 pm

  Well written ~m.
  It makes me think of those many restless nights of sleep when I feel I should have the answers but I don’t.

  This post is about many things, insomnia is definitely one of them.
  As always, I love when you visit and comment, MrsV
  Take care,
  ~m

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