walls closing in
no where to turn
in this dark room

blindfolded
four corners
sealing the cracks

determination
being cautious
closed doors

lost thoughts
cubed inside
frustration

four huge walls
must get out of
this locked box

within the transparent lonlyness
tainted emotions are every where
through a gust of grayish gloom
with each fallen leaf fear flows
lingering in the stale dry air
passing over each wounded branch
that absorbs the shadows of sorrow
leaving behind one bare silhouette
of a tree rooted under the moon
standing alone through all upcoming years
with no way to escape the crumbling tears
from the fallen leaves of Autumn ending
and the night chills of Winter begining

flowing so gracefully across the river
I see a lovely rose with deep red tones
radiant wet gleaming petals caught my eye
should I extend my hand to revive it's beauty?
what was the reasoning of its loneliness?
was this romantic figure sent to me?
yet I refuse to turn away

looking out my bed room window
everything was in black and white
trees and grass vibrated in the wind
further down eyeing the white gate
a bright golden light caught me eye
hovering was one ray of true beauty
a long stemmed red rose stood tall with
such vibrant green and healthy leaves
yet so very far and out of my reach
should I extend my hand to capture its beauty>
what was the reasoning of its loneliness?
yet I refuse to turn away

the mind possess the tempo
of each poem that will grow
the poet hums silently as
the inks of harmony flow

silence within its aging pages
in an attic of hurt and true pain
it sits all alone just an old notebook

silent for too long
trying to make sense of things
hoping to unleash the
unspoken thoughts
pouring words onto paper

Shhhhh !! ....I need silence....
I'm  asking the lines
please allow ink
from my pen to purge
my emotions into its spaces

tick tock strikes the clock
in circles two hands flow
counting seconds to minutes
moving just so very slow
year after year
all in one loop
round like a sphere
minutes to hours
a time full hoop
tick tock...tick tock
circling within the mind
the flow will never stop
searching for answers that
are so very hard to find

caressing the tree tops stale wind blows
like a stalker creeping on their tippi-toes
transparent darkness across the sky it flows
lost in this view where just a bit of sun shows
blaketing day the night through time it goes