Factured Mind

A call from the past,

dampens the day.

You think

how that voice made you,

yet

it broke you.

To unforgiving

mind manipulating

gestures you hid

in the darkest

recesses

of your mind.

A voice

that shakes your soul

creating doubts

you felt were

conquered.

Spiraling

into indecisive

regret,

when something

held you there,

forgiveness

shook you loose.

A call from the past,

a voice

you forgave,

a life

you live each day,

Awakened

from a deep sleep, 

contemplations of a

fractured mind.

©Scottlb

Do Not

Do not believe, 

in a world where blindness

is only the darkness we feel, 

where pain stands

before you.

Bound with emotion,

we who see the dance

on the eve of the rising storm,

knowing

love is but the feeling felt,

after a heart is broken.

We tell

the tales of yesterday as fresh

as the freshest flowers blooming

today.

In a time when pain stands

before you, 

hiding behind a mask of smiles. 

You feel pain alone, giving comfort

in songs of laughter, a silent

soul, a hand to touch.

A moment shared, where mortality 

is bound by emotions held in

darkness.

Do not believe,

in a world where blindness,

is only the darkness we feel.

©ScottlB