A Soul of Empty

reachdown12

The wind stands still
Awaiting my next move
Deciphering whether I can go on
Till I break from the insanity
Of not knowing of your well-being
I long to hear from you again
The melancholy inference that lies around me
My heart dissipates into the air
As I slowly drain of the hope that is barely reminiscent
O' where does your mortality lie?
It disappeared as if no longer to be seen.
And I wonder as the prim delicacy of the lacing is ripped to shreds
When shall your entrance be taken from me yet again?
The sky is blackened as I waltz into a world of unknowing
Alone, here I am, awaiting as the chill wind begins to blow
A chill slicing to the bone...and a soul of empty
The life that was once alive is pronounced dead
As the days go by and still no reply
Please come back to the infinite constellations
Of the world once known, but one that has left me behind...

trinityeliza

reachdown12 wrote:

The wind stands still
Awaiting my next move
Deciphering whether I can go on
Till I break from the insanity
Of not knowing of your well-being
I long to hear from you again
The melancholy inference that lies around me
My heart dissipates into the air
As I slowly drain of the hope that is barely reminiscent
O' where does your mortality lie?
It disappeared as if no longer to be seen.
And I wonder as the prim delicacy of the lacing is ripped to shreds
When shall your entrance be taken from me yet again?
The sky is blackened as I waltz into a world of unknowing
Alone, here I am, awaiting as the chill wind begins to blow
A chill slicing to the bone...and a soul of empty
The life that was once alive is pronounced dead
As the days go by and still no reply
Please come back to the infinite constellations
Of the world once known, but one that has left me behind...

You are quite the prolific writer this evening. I like your style of writing, however the many I've read are so well versed that they leave me going back over them & finding ever so many interpretations!!! I like being challenged in this fashion, as I am a writer myself. I can relate to many. This one particularly spoke to me. I live this and feel the pangs and the scars that have burned my soul... never to heal or scar,... on a daily basis...never to cease or diminish.....

you touched deep with this... not sure how I feel about that?!?

too many mixed emotions... and some I've never felt-- they aren't GOOD ones either....

Ali

reachdown12 wrote:

The wind stands still
Awaiting my next move
Deciphering whether I can go on
Till I break from the insanity
Of not knowing of your well-being
I long to hear from you again
The melancholy inference that lies around me
My heart dissipates into the air
As I slowly drain of the hope that is barely reminiscent
O' where does your mortality lie?
It disappeared as if no longer to be seen.
And I wonder as the prim delicacy of the lacing is ripped to shreds
When shall your entrance be taken from me yet again?
The sky is blackened as I waltz into a world of unknowing
Alone, here I am, awaiting as the chill wind begins to blow
A chill slicing to the bone...and a soul of empty
The life that was once alive is pronounced dead
As the days go by and still no reply
Please come back to the infinite constellations
Of the world once known, but one that has left me behind...

Insanity is actually caring about what the people and winds around you say.
Ignore them,
and you'll find your inner spirit....