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Shatterred Silence



I'm no longer standing still

as life spirals around me

no longer just a monument in a moment

I've cast away my doubts of the "normal" life

The site that greets my eyes is morbid and bleek,

but I only look upon the time I've wasted.

So much time wasted,

a precious thing,

that I can't get back.

I reflect upon my reflection

in this ripple in a puddle that is called life

and wonder if this is what people see when they look at me

an image distorted by every stone thrown at it.

Every trial changes me in some way,

and I hope it's for the better,

even if sometimes inside my mentality is getting worse.

Occasionally you must let the pain escape

or it will implode inside you

killing you slowly from the inside eating at you day to day,

but every now and then the voices help ease the pain.

I'm not talking about the other voices in my head,

it's the others on the outside that I've decided to let in.

The truest of friends who have lended words,

but more importantly an ear

in my heart I hold you most dear.



Cx Patterson