Unsteady departure – the tracks are just a head. I don’t know which way to turn.
Like a pendulum swinging – I can’t make up my mind. Back and beyond until the darkness blurs the truth. Never ending system of denial climbing back into my heart.
I look for an escape. The anger resonates and turns to madness. The answer to the question that forms and disappears from my lips – I cannot ask so I never get the answer.
The ground soaks up my pain and returns it in the rain driving me further away from my home.
My heart is torn to pieces from the viciousness of the life I live, the lies I have told, the child that is dying in my soul. Where is my reckless abandon?
Blankets of sorrow turn in time – the grey shades of revolution on the rise. Fire, fear and diamonds fill the sky. Cries of repentance, reluctance and doubt. Hate in their eyes. I cannot forget.
The beginning long since over. The end nowhere to be found.
Voices screaming from the corner, cracks in the vinyl make the record skip. Shout.
Lingering fantasy, arid heart, my head spinning round and round.
Where’s the grand ballroom? When can I come back? Where will I wait for you?
My destination, the journey, the shore, the anger abated in the lust for youth.
Gone.
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Mick Holt 
4 Comments
"I cannot ask so I never get the answer."how sad and how true…we don't have because we don't ask. God is gracious, He longs to speak, but we don't seek Him. We forget to ask Him and so we never get answers.
You're so right. I know for me, at times, it's not that I forget I just don't. Thanks for commenting.
I liked this read, Mick.
Thank you very much. I appreciate it.