The Silent Song

She sat soft in a quiet room,
With nothing but her thoughts.
On her brow a weighty crown,
To matched her weighted heart.

She lived along a silent voice,
Who followed her step for step.
One by one the voice would take,
Til only one held dear was left.

She hid herself so far away,
Where the voice was sure to chase her.
Of those she loved she sought to hide,
Though she feared she moved too late.

She raised her head to the open door,
Whence came the fateful news.
Only she could hear the voice,
Tears shed to cover silent mockery.

She watched with sorrow as the fire grew,
Wept for those she’d loved and lost.
Over her cries the voice spoke still,
Truth echoed in its everlasting harmony.



Inspired by a writing prompt from Writing Prompt Generator.

© The Lightning Tower, 2020

Sometimes

Sometimes we are our own worst enemies,
Building up walls of self-doubt,
Self-hatred,
Self-pity,
Until
Something brings them tumbling down.



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The Ever-Seeking Mariner

I set sail so long ago,
Out on the dreamy sea.
To seek the far off distant shores,
That have always called to me.

I feel the wind tug at my hair,
And make the rigging dance.
I taste the spray cool on my skin,
As I survey the wide expanse.

I know those islands exist out there,
I see them through the mist.
But no matter how far I go,
I seem to always miss.

I wonder what truths I could find,
On those secluded beaches.
But maybe I’m not meant to know,
Like the old man teaches.

Maybe it’s enough for me,
To sail around and stare.
To know the islands there are real,
Just not for me to share.



Inspired by Immanuel Kant’s Critique of Pure Reason (Chapter III)

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Soul-Ache

How do you survive
Being wrung out, stretched thin, blank,
Empty of yourself?

What do you do when
Your spirit is muffled, gray,
Not your own, but yours?

Where do you go when
Your heart seems to have left, flown
Far away from home?

–

People say it is
Better to take the risk than
Guard yourself from harm.

When you feel as much
As I do, reconsider.
The pain overwhelms.

–

Expectations doom
A peaceful life. Most lead to
Great disappointments.

**

I have been driven
To writing bad poetry;
I must be stressed out.



© The Lightning Tower, 2020

Stillness

It was quiet in the house today,
Some might know the kind.
Not from the whir of the world around,
But silence in the mind.

I tried to find from where it came,
Then I remembered clear.
There is always a sense of stillness,
Whenever you’re not here.

I feel my heart weighed down with loss,
And not only my own.
My heart is breaking for broken hearts,
Lost inside our home.

We see a hole wherever we look,
A space you used to fill.
Even as we move ahead with time,
We will love you still.



© The Lightning Tower, 2020

Aphorisms (and a question)

Is the world full of
Evil or stupidity,
Or are they the same?

–

The real danger is
Aggressive stupidity.
It lacks decency.

–


Are people really
So completely unaware
That they share the world?




© The Lightning Tower, 2020

She

She went over the seas,
The seas, the seas.
She went over the mountains,
The mountains, the mountains.
She went over the forest,
The forest, the forest.
Until she went no further.

She looked for the truth,
The truth, the truth.
She looked for the just,
The just, the just.
She looked for the love,
The love, the love.
Until she looked no further.

She cried for the lost,
The lost, the lost.
She cried for the broken,
The broken, the broken.
She cried for the hopeless,
The hopeless, the hopeless.
Until she cried no further.

She sang for the living,
The living, the living.
She sang for the dead,
The dead, the dead.
She sang for the world,
The world, the world.
And then she sang for me.



© The Lightning Tower, 2020