Shadows in the Fall
Your tears flow freely, through a ruptured wall;
Without warm embrace, nor comfort at all;
No mother, no father, no lover, no fling;
Nobody to say that it’s no big thing;
Your persistent screams pierce the very night;
As you awaken to the sound of your own cries.
You must wrench yourself away, it seems,
From these departed actors in illusory scenes;
Yet, in the cold emptiness of desolate space,
You’re now adrift, and out of place;
For the objects of your whimpering lie
In the opposite direction on the timeline of life.
You arise indignant, fighting back sleep
Lest you somehow should repeat the scene;
You cross the cold and hardwood floors,
And open up the cupboard doors
To find solace for an empty heart,
Not so lucid as to know where to start.
With a brew to quench the thirst inside,
Your thoughts are free to roam the night;
You wonder about the then, wonder about the now,
Wonder about the whos and whys and hows;
Neither here, nor there, neither near nor far,
You let it all go, and fade into the dark.
© November, 2012 by Chaim Eliyah. All rights reserved.