Lies lived in silence

Poem by: Kuatsimoto

Summary

A random scrap of thought.

Content

Submitted: July 01, 2009

A A A | A A A

Content

Submitted: July 01, 2009

A A A

A A A


The smoke rises,
Seeping through endless twilight
And searing my flesh.
A looking glass,
Clear as the moon shines,
Presented itself
And I looked into myself.
Things I never did but should of
And things I did but shouldn’t have
Drifted into the night,
Mingling with the smoke
Seemingly merging
Until the last of the thick curls
Where caught by a question never answered.
The lies I lived through in silence
Were projected to my past
As I saw the present pass
Desperately trying to catch the future.
But no matter how close the future seems,
Or how much the smoke fogs the night,
The present will always be one step behind.
So long the past lingers
As the moon hangs above
And the future drifts into the endless twilight,
The thick smoke fogs the looking glass
And the present will always rely
On seared flesh and lies lived in silence.


© Copyright 2016 Kuatsimoto. All rights reserved.

Lies lived in silence

Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

Houses:

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

Houses:

Summary

A random scrap of thought.
Share :
Twitter

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

Other Content by Kuatsimoto

Booksie Popular Content

Genres & Types

Add picture

Paste the link to picture in the entry below:

— or —

Drag a picture from your file manager into this box,
or click to select.

Add video

Paste the link to Youtube video in the following entry:

Existing Comments:
Bad selection

Cannot annotate a non-flat selection. Make sure your selection starts and ends within the same node.

(example of bad selection): This is bold text and this is normal text.
(example of good selection): This is bold text and this is normal text.
Bad selection

An annotation cannot contain another annotation.

Anonymous
Really delete this comment?
Anonymous
Really delete this comment?

There was an error uploading your file.


    
Anonymous