...Mosaics of a faded scream

By SolApathy

https://youtu.be/I2Fy2-kTyCI?t=8s

A storm ravages in my soul
Long ago I became the cracked mirror I foretold
I blazed through memories so fast
I forgot so many
The imprints never seemed to last
I fear the dire warnings I whispered in her ear
Are now my own—I fear
Under a sunset mosaic I feel no love—Just muted skies
I can no longer enjoy nature’s highs.
I cradle a memory I swore I’d never let go
A smile of us upon a mountain dream
The feeling of the moment is gone though, it seems
As am I—the nightmare of my dreams
What is left of a man who doesn’t even feel his screams?

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Published on Thursday, May 3, 2018. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

...As my whispers scream --I realize my life was but a faded dream

Comments on "...Mosaics of a faded scream"

On Saturday, May 5, 2018, dwells (4177) wrote:

No worries mate; your just a tad low on the old testosterone I'd guess. Cheers! - Dan
On Friday, May 4, 2018, I IS ME (380) wrote:

We ate and we enjoyed. We like
On Thursday, May 3, 2018, Anna McCarra (357) wrote:

Feeling pain, though difficult, is perhaps better then feeling nothing at all. I suppose sometimes it takes going completely numb a few times, to really appreciate that. Cheers to turning some of your lead into gold, through writing! Peace, Anna