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Emotions of a Haunted Soul

I knock on wood and it knocks back, the eve of solitude has come to an end

Fear has marched away into the darkness

And what once was empty is now full

I can’t compliment all to fate, for it has sealed my sorrow so many times

Nor could I envy love

As its sweetness renders me motionless

I evaporate into the day, wilting ever so slowly

But I do not feel any bitterness

Alive and dead, at the same time

I rip open the sky and the sun shy’s away

Leaving rain and desolate coldness as it trickles down my spine

The marsh land turns into sea

While the soft singing wind whispers blindly

To hope and courage

Beating away cowardice and leaving

silence in its wake

Finally, when everything is said or have been expressed

it ends abruptly