Tag: elegy

Tangled in the shadows of my dreams, 
trapping me in a web of wires,
tapping into the pulse you require,
there you are.
No words that replace time—
it was the best; it was the worst;
it was a blessing; it was a curse.
The sun would shine; thunder would roar.
It was the light of youth; it was crippled gray that unfolded before
time ran out—
But I fear your eyes—
it's hue,
the fire,
the words,
yet I tire.
Seeing you,
tangled in my dreams,
trapping me in a web of wires,
tapping into the pulse you require.
You, my hamartia,
my fatalistic ghost,
let go of me.
Ghost,
set me free.

The low hum of a minor key
Sings in my brain
Dark in color,
But more free than me.

Confined to the chains of tears and mirrors,
Warped into a mirage that hungers for solitude.
Wallowing in the pit of tangled fears,
Convinced of an endless interlude.

Alack, the tears are stained to rust,
and a soul of emancipation pounds in its numb cage.
Alack, the minor key is lust,
And the chime of the clock says it's time to pay.

For the melody of the drums must go on,
So now, here I am,
And I sing this song.