There are times when one is called a dreamer for they just sit...staring into space...mistake that we all make. Ever wondered what you would hear if the body spoke about realy happening inside...if the heart could talk, know mine would have walked right out of the cocoon that my spirit calls home. this piece is one of the begining of a painful chapter...a chapter in the Diary of The Blaque Diamond...the Hardest of times....for we never know what is realy happening in the minds and hearts of those around us... this piece titled...THE DROWNING...
As she..
As she sits she feels nothing!
Her eyes to a waLl embraced by the darkness
Emotions...
An illusion of conformaty...
Slowly her cacoon sways...
Back... n forth, back n forth.
Pace non existant...
Pulse a distant reminder of what once was...
Mind wide shut for the internal hurricane has begun
How much
How much battering can the bomb ridden wall around her heart take
As she...
As she stares
Slowly her eyes begin to fade,once black to a shade of grey...
For her soul has fled...
Her spirit hung on the noose of redicule
Her mind tears like over flowing for the wall has broken...
Her pulse a distant faiding reminder of what once was...
Her heart beats...slower...and slower
As her dreams sink deeper and deeper...
So she...sits
Eyes a distant shade of grey
For she...
Drowned in the hurt...
Take time to ask how another is doing,you need not know them...but kid words from a stranger are more powerful then that of a friends. strong people also do need a shoulder for we all are human...we may fall...some to never rise again...yet kind words from a stranger could unblock the emotional dranage system avoiding an internal flood!
