
A walk with the head down
Confidence fading with each footstep
Words talk about memorial hurt
The hurt pulls down another soul to hurt
The atmosphere and the ambience of a novel
and the will to live inside it, outside
Outside, all intentions lose their battle
Calmness comes across as passivity
Love comes across as narcissism
Questionable care loses its way
on the way to her heart
A walk with the head down leads us astray
Still, we return to the same destination
Is change really the need of the hour
when human nature stands erect
Slipping away in someone else’s tears
The ride back home is still lonely
The home is still lonely
Four walls won’t hold me back
But the walls of the mind
has ears in all directions
Whispers of a neurological dumpster fire
on the heap of all regrets
I wait and I only wait, to add to the pile of memories
(that never was)
David Schleinkofer’s cover art to Les Daniels’ The Silver Skull, 1979,
I like this: “the walls of the mind
has ears in all directions”… Indeed!
Me too
Glad you did Andrew
Thank you so much JanBeek!
Wisdom in your engaging lines. ✨
Means a lot, Michele.
Wow.. this is intense. Gripping.
You have such a gift for drawing a person into your writing.
Thank you Sheri. Your words mean a lot!
It’s my pleasure.
Thank you for sharing your work with us!