in this purple twilight
somewhere, hangs my sorrow
a fluid solitude swimming
against the tide of time
a broken wing of hope
surrendering to reality
a tiny ray of light
scattered in my strife
a spec of dust in timeless space
or the moment of truth trapped
in a lie; what’s more ironic
than learning to live
when you’ve already died.
a voice is lost somewhere
in this noise called life
a scream erupts from within
too soft to be heard outside
and then the silence creeps in
i lie down for once with ease
humming in tune
with my death knell...dying
and then there's peace.
