Pretending to Run - Tiles

Que ferai-je donc?

Où aller?

Où me tourner?

Vers qui me réfugier?

Sit — Stare … I hear voices

Noises in my head

Looping endlessly

Through my wing-clipped history

There’s no place to run

From uncertainty

My illusions are mocking me

Your broken faith

Has turned my heart to stone

Endless night

Cold and dark

A poison pen

Poison mind

Answers crawl from my wound

Casting shadows in my corner

Invisible in plain sight

Pretending to run away

Heavy the wooden door

Like nothing I have seen before

Indecision delivering destiny

Something that was never meant to be

Sit — Stare … pray silent grace

Fears to erase

Memories shift like sand

On winds I never planned to sail

I return from yesterday

Where the hours pass like days

A sentimental dream

Carries me