Sometimes, caught in a smile

Sometimes, caught in a smile

Even a laugh will break free,

Of the holding cell.

Whole conversations,

Minefields, by comparison

To uneasy silence,

Pass by, with little

Self rebuke.

Simple pleasures,

Once so easily taken

Are stolen moments,

Rarely seen.

Their enjoyment

A token, sweet relief,

In sharpened detail,

Rainbowed hue.

A single

Streak of brilliance,

To cleave the night

Beyond the tract

That ties us down

A heavy, burdened,

Weighted shroud,

Of insecure attachment.

That once, was safely held,

And gently, draped around

A fragile heart,

Lying, still,

And barely formed.

So rarely is it heard,

That even now,

It is a sad apology,

Yearning to escape,

With every missing beat,

And echoes through

The empty halls

In search of

Self deliverance.

Haunted by cold ghosts

Of disbelief,

Numbed to the grind

Of bone on bone,

Accompanied by

The torn ribbons

Of shrunken dreams,

Every single pleasant thought,

Pursued,

And chased by guilt,

Every moment

Freed from blame,

Is hung on tenterhooks,

To bleed in shame

At living on.

With sorrow’s weight

Dragged along behind us.

To leave its trail,

Of scars and tears,

That mar, each pitied gain,

With a deepened,

Darkened stain,

The sad remains

And mindful gauge,

That dumbly measures

All such rage,

And wordless pain.