silence that is deafening
passing cars and traffic in the distance
a road and a path that is marked
distant sounds, the scent of isolation
a moment that is frozen
images moving, the passing by now staring
a passenger on the flight
the carrier of the trauma
a glimpse into the future
a look inside the pain
a moment left in time
a moment of my life
the moment with all judgement
the moment now condemned
a picture of the fallen
a glimpse inside the broken
the faceI wear, the truth that's shown
the cycle lived, the nothingness felt
the puzzle that doesn't fit
the glass now left to shatter
a violin, the music in it's beauty
the notes in the air, the symphany played
a rose, a violet, a garden that has grown
the lessons learned, the regrets I keep
the lies I nourish, depression fed
the seeds I plant, the secret known
VIOLET
Our own life is the instrument with which we experiment with the truth.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
