Jul 2014
A broken heart knows no peace, belonging becomes a feeling in the distance.
A soul turns grey and looks of ash. So very fragile if disturbed it will crumble.
Once caught by the swirl of the wind its gone forever. And forever it will be searched by its owners hollow body. Looking to be whole again it knows no rest until its found.
Emptiness must become full again, someway, somehow.
Years go by as if never seen or noticed and now the hollow body becomes old, frail and weak.
Ridden by pain and stretched skin hanging from thin bones.
Now comes time to accept what is, will remain. The fire sizzled out long ago in this withered body. Now awaiting to be laid low in a dark bed that's hears no sound and sees no light. Hope returns as then peace will be found in the heart that now lies to rest.
A soul turns grey and looks of ash. So very fragile if disturbed it will crumble.
Once caught by the swirl of the wind its gone forever. And forever it will be searched by its owners hollow body. Looking to be whole again it knows no rest until its found.
Emptiness must become full again, someway, somehow.
Years go by as if never seen or noticed and now the hollow body becomes old, frail and weak.
Ridden by pain and stretched skin hanging from thin bones.
Now comes time to accept what is, will remain. The fire sizzled out long ago in this withered body. Now awaiting to be laid low in a dark bed that's hears no sound and sees no light. Hope returns as then peace will be found in the heart that now lies to rest.
