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Restless


Hauntingly, the pain inside
Is creeping like a shadow
Silently, yearning for something
That will never be,
Restless
This heart is shining
With tears that fall,
Thoughts remembering
All that could be

A restless soul
Behind a painted smile,
Feelings changed,
Faded away,
Wanting to take a chance
And yet…
afraid to be hurt again.
Restless within
My life’s cold walls
Of silence,
Afraid to run free
Like I once did

Sleepless,
Tossing and turning
I hear the whispers
Of something that once was,
I turn around and look…
I sigh…
It was only the wind
Making me
Feel faint and
So incomplete

I sit in hope,
Trapped in this void
And lie to myself
One day some dreams
Will come true.
I cannot win the battles
Going inside a dead heart,
I can almost taste
The freedom of my thoughts,
I listen to every sound
And whisper… only
To wake up to a reality
So painful and so bleak

I’m painting dreams on canvas,
Handfuls of colors,
And still…
I am lost behind black shadows.
Time moves on
And seasons change
Filling the spaces between
Something and nothing,
Formless,
Shapeless,
Expanding the near and distant
In flickers of
Panic and hope
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