This poem came to me randomly and I realized I hadn't posted on this blog for absolutely ages so here you go- read and enjoy however you like.
Still as a shadow
Glowing in the dark, a lingering smile
Shifting feet and hushed cries
Dark, dark prison of thoughtfulness
And care
Eyes wandering, hearts longing
No relief
No help or sign, never mind
Passersby stops and stares
You don’t know me.
Light fades, blackness even
Disintegrates before our eyes
Nothing will last but you
Cover it up besides,
No one can know the obvious
No one can see your emotions
That you wear out on your sleeve
The question is why
But why ask when you know the answer?
There are few and passive answers to it
Why
Still stands as the unchanging
In a changing mass of matter
Or does it matter?
