Within, within my pended self <br />To hold unto this absolute grey <br />The arc of life in concerned descent <br />Deep breaths unresolved in present decay <br />Of mind, of mind in thoughts I slave <br />To snatch the ring, unlock a door <br />Persistence the queer of suspicious complaint <br />To fear the idle to the floor <br />Questions, questions query <br />No answers with no reply <br />Each the words spin just beyond <br />Their semblance razed by weaker kind <br />So who? So why? So where are we? <br />The axis spins it’s ever need <br />This instance a constant foe <br />Showers now this sounded seed <br />Thump, thump that rhythmic rhyme <br />In silence its timbre crowds <br />To shake regret from where it’s been <br />Turns the volume way up loud <br />Beyond, beyond my conscience writhes <br />Seeks one reason, one advance <br />To reckon life in resolute <br />To stay these bones with half a chance <br />Myself, myself in whispers hush <br />With night the lead to wind this strife <br />Somewhere between my waken sleep <br />These echoes of a silent life<br /><br />Pablo Cruise<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/echoes-of-a-silent-life/
