silent scream
is this the sound oF my essence careening?
waiting
the wondering
the pondering
scheming
tick-tock time is the healer oF all wounds so the saying goes
upon waking From my FitFul dreams
perplexing
when time that healer oF all would Find it's way to healing my hurts?
not proFound thoughts just a moment alone with my blind mind
like waking up aFter a long sleep and perceiving that
this is your liFe
it is
all that you know
and all that you have been given
and you scream
a
silent scream
as
you listen to everyone's striFes and everyone's wishes and everyone's dreams and everyone's wonderments and everyone's sorrows and everyone's discontentments and everyone's joys
spend a liFetime seeking that inaccessible goal that one dream of a liFetime
where is it?
what is it?
simply a diversion oF what we hoped and wished
people are reproductions oF our assumptions
liFe is a Figment oF my creativeness
i exist you exist we exist until we reach the completion
or
until destiny arrives
i am today
will i be tomorrow?
people Formidable people placed helter skelter throughout my years
placing inscriptions leaving marks creating mars embedding wounds causing grieF
writing my liFe's experiences in indelible ink
this moment i sit
and see
that what i thought was wasn't
a prelude perhaps
to
what will be
waiting For tomorrow to begin again
tjs 9/5/07
