Heartbeat


Sunday, October 12, 2008

Everyone Is?

Miles away from home
In shoes now torn, I walked here
Slowly, ever slowly, alone
Silently, you'd never hear
I reached my place
No more left to face
Grasping at the straws of grace

Seemingly missing something
Or was it all illusion?
Moving despite everything
Ever through the confusion
Tell me, doctor, where's your cure
Help's coming fast, you say
I can't know for sure
Now please, just for this day
Give me the rest I need

If everyone is
No one isn't
Something remains
In the quiet corner
Despite no one to mourn her
Ever moving forwards, for words

[Every thought spilled out. The music sheet soiled from the leaking pen. Till another day, perhaps]