And so it remains, silent <br />Graveyard quite like <br />Indescribable as they say <br />So intense and overwhelming <br />That I dare not bear it <br /> <br />Such as joy, pride of <br />A gleaming set of teeth <br />To show and say what those <br />Words of wisdom made for fools <br />Dare not explain these days, <br /> <br />These days that I’ve been <br />Slowly sailing through <br />Rowing the gloom away <br />Remaining far, far from <br />The loneliness of being. <br /> <br />What so to call lonely? <br />An unfamiliar noise <br />Breaks in through the house <br />That I call my own <br />And puts me away from thoughts, <br /> <br />Expectant, delusional thoughts <br />Of a day that will not come <br />And a time that fails to arrive, <br />For I have seen what I had to see, <br />And I won’t be seeing it anymore.<br /><br />A.R. Brixton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-adorn-to-wrap-to-hold-the-beating-heart/
