Awkward silences
Fill the empty void
Inside
Where I kept you
And all the things
Created
Thoughts,
Images
Dreams
Released
Into open air
For everyone to
See
Tainted images
This is the here and now
This is the future
This is what you
Knew but never
Wanted it to be
This is silence
This is internal
Processing
This is the loss
Of dreams dreamt
For days
This is everything
Gone
Opened
To the air
And now I sit
In this silence
Knowing what
I have to say
Is not enough
And far too much
This is the curse
Of the dreams born out of
A fruitless existence
In my head and
All I can do is
Let the tears stream down
My face as
The silence
Swallows us whole
Like death swallows the
Happiness
That once was had
My dreams lie shattered
After I beat
Them with a hammer and
Exposed them
For you to see
And now you process
To fix
I process
To destroy
As tears stream
And awkwardness abounds
And we move into
Territory that is
Unwanted
Unfamiliar
And I'm so much
Less happy
Then I was
Before because
I can't convey
All these things
Cramping my fingers
Flooding my brain
Becoming unreadable scribbles
On advent devotions
You have left
And I'm still here
The air is heavy
My tears are hot
As I
Fear for the known
Hope for the unknown