Absent Minded
The door
Silver lining of an unfound cloud
Where are you now?
what dark sky
lies ahead
humbling destinies
for me to be
beside myself?
Heart string for a broken alibi
who is prosecuting me now?
and where do I turn in the aftermath?
What lonely door will open if I knock?
What friendly face is left to shine?
Gravestone for the brokenhearted
mistreated and often discarded
a resting place for the grudge of everyday
a place to come when everything is undone
Torturous mind of the creator of my life
what a disaster piece
what a gift to receive
a humbling conspiracy
a silence that talks in me
and a guilt that pleads in me
an abandonment that pains me
and soo many questions
with no remedy.
Where are you now?
what dark sky
lies ahead
humbling destinies
for me to be
beside myself?
Heart string for a broken alibi
who is prosecuting me now?
and where do I turn in the aftermath?
What lonely door will open if I knock?
What friendly face is left to shine?
Gravestone for the brokenhearted
mistreated and often discarded
a resting place for the grudge of everyday
a place to come when everything is undone
Torturous mind of the creator of my life
what a disaster piece
what a gift to receive
a humbling conspiracy
a silence that talks in me
and a guilt that pleads in me
an abandonment that pains me
and soo many questions
with no remedy.
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