Etched

And the secrets
within these walls
haunt me,
kissing my soul
tasting the pain inside.
Etched in broken glass
these bitter sweet dreams
taunt me,
the nights whisper is heard
begging to be let in
away from the dreaded world.
And I close my eyes
and listen,
silence fills me
and steals my breath.
The clock never strikes
the same number twice,
but the seconds that pass
are all the same.
Here I find my truth,
and I close my eyes
and listen.

Reviews

[Dominique Lambright]

This is nice, I don't really see how the title relates but I love the word usage. Can you explain?

[thecreativechic]

It's really about feelings and memories that are just etched within me, so that is where the title comes from. Thank you :-)

[Dominique Lambright]

O ok, I understand now. and you're welcome.