Lay in Silence

As my eyes close, I hear them talk,

Speaking to themselves as though I’m not even here.

The silence is disturbing, the dark is intrusive,

But the voice in my head rings louder than pain.

I lay in silence as my head dares to rest,

Without a purpose to wake again.

The voices are damning, although they’re not real,

So perhaps this life is filled with deception.

What must I do, when no one can hear them?

Do I embrace their lies, pretend they’re not poison?

I lay in silence as the world falls still,

Without a single word to tell me what’s real.

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The Dark

I’m afraid of the closing of a past lifetime,

That dying light at the end of my horizons.

The dark send terror through my very existence,

Knowing I’ll soon forget the breeze of a thousand twilights.

The passing of a loved one marks the ticking of my time,

But what else can I do other than wait?

Wait for the curse of life’s greatest downfall,

Or perhaps embrace it as a gift of God?

The eclipse of my days may be set in stone,

But why can’t I resist the fear?

I feel it beckoning, disguised as the sun,

Yet there’s a shadow lurking beneath the rays.

Soon I shall pass, and not even know it,

Yet I still fear the very thing I was born to do.

Bed of Needles

I’ll take a stand if it means you’ll see,

Despite it feeling like a bed of needles.

I’ll prove myself, if you’ll spare the time,

Although I know you won’t open your eyes.

What does it take, to wake you from your slumber?

Is it gold and riches, do you demand your luxury?

Perhaps my time can be invested elsewhere,

But we both know I’m cursed to find you.