Windowsill view
of a world
that has stood still
for seven years
Seven years
and all I can do
and all I can say
is that the mirrored
image of myself
doesn't hold a candle
to the image or
the wisdom of Dorian Gray
Self imposed isolation
so many demons to slay
ghosts that have a need
for acknowledgement
and a clear path
to send them
on their heavenly way
Chalky white lines
have been drawn
sidewalk zigzag
and connecting
all the loose ends
from you to me
and back around
introspective reflecting
Things we didn't
talk about and nothing
can explain the path
that was taken
or the loss
that was found
Here I stand
one foot
in the clouds
the other
firmly planted
grave site
in the ground
It is so obvious
to anyone with an eye
for the absurd
surround sound blaring
unanswered questions
insecurities burned
...into the heart
compassionately held
yet never understood
or heard
The nights continue
to leave me
feeling empty handed
a critical angst
not to spend the rest
of my life without love
or feeling stranded
And it's not for fear of solitude
or the emptiness of my bed
it has more to do
with the natural notion
of how the body
is nourished
and how the soul is fed
Windowsill view
of a world
that has stood still
for seven years
seven years
and all I can do
and all I can say
is that the mirrored
image of myself
doesn't hold a candle
to the image or
the wisdom of Dorian Gray
© 2015 TrilbyYates
of a world
that has stood still
for seven years
Seven years
and all I can do
and all I can say
is that the mirrored
image of myself
doesn't hold a candle
to the image or
the wisdom of Dorian Gray
Self imposed isolation
so many demons to slay
ghosts that have a need
for acknowledgement
and a clear path
to send them
on their heavenly way
Chalky white lines
have been drawn
sidewalk zigzag
and connecting
all the loose ends
from you to me
and back around
introspective reflecting
Things we didn't
talk about and nothing
can explain the path
that was taken
or the loss
that was found
Here I stand
one foot
in the clouds
the other
firmly planted
grave site
in the ground
It is so obvious
to anyone with an eye
for the absurd
surround sound blaring
unanswered questions
insecurities burned
...into the heart
compassionately held
yet never understood
or heard
The nights continue
to leave me
feeling empty handed
a critical angst
not to spend the rest
of my life without love
or feeling stranded
And it's not for fear of solitude
or the emptiness of my bed
it has more to do
with the natural notion
of how the body
is nourished
and how the soul is fed
Windowsill view
of a world
that has stood still
for seven years
seven years
and all I can do
and all I can say
is that the mirrored
image of myself
doesn't hold a candle
to the image or
the wisdom of Dorian Gray
© 2015 TrilbyYates
