Musical Remains

Words on the flight do bear with me, why they slip like despair riddled days?

Perhaps so long as I turn my pages, to negotiate the many twisted ways,

Of memory alien afar rootless reach; 'tis a strange fate that's ever shadowed me,

But words on the flight oh I shan't keep you wait, least for senile self-pity.

What I wished to say though I must forget, yet the limbless spirits withstand,

The onslaught of withering words that flee the trails of circling quicksand,

So I see them sink in senseless silence, lost midst my opaque membranes,

What's left but moments of fleeting remorse, to gather the listless remains!

Tonight's no newer than the nights I've known, and home's a place as any other,

The nomadic litter midst dissonant cues, and dead doorbells I'd never bother,

Blue walls stand savaged by schizoid scrawls, whence peer the half-blurred faces,

For nothing may rouse this abyss comatose, with the angst of broken embraces...

Midnight labyrinths laugh in drunken unison, but I hear the subtler cries,

So I leave sobriety and my tearless traces, for the lowly cobblestone reprise,

How unlike our plights how strange their words, and gestures disparate and bold,

Yet it matters o' so little to my mindless self, and I'll rest as the melodies unfold.

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Beautifully said, thank you for sharing.