Saturday, January 12, 2013
Aching, empty and alone but
don't know why. 
Just a ghost wandering about
her haunted house. 
Shades of black and grey, suffocating.
Shadows lurk behind every corner
like a fire waiting behind your door.
Run for fear, or wait to burn.
You will burn then.

Who's afraid?
Can you even feel fear...
When hope and faith have deserted your heart?

Numb like a corpse thrown into
the frozen mid-winter blue.
Sweet silence stenches the air and stings. 
Oh how the silence stings and stabs and
Still, the patient statue stands
Strong and proud. 

Calm, quiet and alone and 
You'll be fine after all.