The early morning air is chilled,
and filled with such silent hush,
I fear to make a sound,
as if by disturbing this rigid silence,
I might shatter something more.
The house is not empty, yet all sleep.
The sun looms on the horizon, not quite risen,
but the last stars have already twinkled out.
Alone as well I might be,
the silence creeps up on me,
and grips me around the neck,
my loneliness encompasses me,
forcing my mind to wander to other places,
I think of my father almost a world away,
and carelessly I wonder what my life would be like if
I had been raised under his hand.
I think of others too, and perhaps my future,
when the sun finally takes to it’s heights in the sky,
I say goodbye to my special time of damaging what if’s.
 Gore Princess · Tue Aug 14, 2007 @ 12:19am · 0 Comments |
