Aching Soul

I can’t seem to find the light at any turn.

Now that the bands have stopped playing,
And the choir has gone silent.
The aching of stillness and silence remain

Now that the fans have stopped spinning,
And the lights seemed to dim.
The stiff air crept throughout

Now that you’re gone,
And the demons have come back.
There’s nothing left for me here
Or there.

Bang.
Bang.
Bang.

Reviews

[m3lody mae]

wow, intense write, but well written.