Don’t know Time’s timeline.
Don’t know where Time hides.
And Mercy is nowhere.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Death’s touch is not selective.
Hearts break and bleed.
Without restoration.
What’s the point,
When Heartache becomes the norm.
Never imagined I’d see yesterday through tomorrow’s eyes.
Hope now blinded once again by the truth,
Of an uncertainty in life that is all too real.
Living in a world full of broken hearts, promises, and paths.
Where is my sunshine and rainbow?
Where is my shovel to dig myself out of this hell of despair and fear?
Where is the train to Anyplace other than here?
What do you do when your heart dries out?
When there’s no blood left to shed?
When the beauty of bodies float away like dust?
When all you can feel is despair?
So many days and nights have my heart cried out,
To hollow ears who hear me not.
Hollow ears don’t hear my screams in the night.
Hollow ears know not my soul’s twists and turns.
And blind eyes don’t see my bloodshed,
When murderous hands perform the devil’s deeds.
So, what do you do when your heart cries out?
When there’s no one who seems to care?
Love overflowing.
Love everlasting.
A love embedded deep within my heart and soul.
Love in abundance to give.
A beautiful love that is all mine.
A love that will remain throughout time.
Through the ups and downs.
Through the good and the bad.
Unconditional love that I’m elated to have.
My heart has always been open,
To receive this special gift.
But it’s even more glorious
To give the gift of love.
I’ll cherish it always.
All the unconditional love.
All that you can offer.
All of you.
All of love.
Love overflowing.
Love everlasting.
Love, please keep knocking on my door.
My Quiet Fire 