Singing out my thoughts
Without voicing a single complaint
Aching through the daylight
A smile playing across my face
Crying through the hours of the night
Racing against time...to tuck away the pain before daylight strikes again
Wondering everywhere, globe trotting across countries never seen or heard
Without taking a single step outside this prison
These walls built of stones, grey and cold
Cobble stone floors, arched ceilings
Domed roof, shatter windows of jagged bright colors
Broken bells chime out the hour of 12, then 1, then 2, then 3
Leaves blow across the floor, puffs of dust swirl into cracks where the spiders hide there nests
Echos of laughter haunt these halls, these rooms empty of the love that should be mine
Vows that should have been exchanged here, words of love and grace
Make-up smeared down my cheeks, across time and space
After all these years, stuck in this church I find
That all the love you had for me was nothing but a black lie
That ring you slid upon my finger, that first vow still there to this day
The feel of your lips upon mines like the breeze of a soft summer day
This white dress, stained and aged a grey beyond repair.
The yellowing hem, the ripped seams, all these things here remind me of the day you decided not to care
Though the days grow dim with every passing day
Dim with the aching of this hard learned lesson
Empty as always, full of room for a new love of mine
Waiting endlessly in this poisonous place for a symbol or a sign
The years that if wasted, the tears that made be blind
Walking through those arched doors for the last time
Leaving this prison of my broken, bleeding, mind
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