What is it, that whispers to me?
Things are slowly changing, new things are knocking on the door, but what if you're afraid to embrace the new when the past's not over, at least not yet in your heart? Here's a poem to describe how it feels, when you're broken, when you're holding on to your past and when you don't wanna let go!
What is it, that time whispers to me?
What is it, that time whispers to me? autumn's yet again drowning, a strange, unsettling air
beneath the crowning despair
In the midst of all,
I wonder if the past's truly gone
or is it still somewhere
surrendering to the depths
of my heart
the fragments remain
still in the hearts of those who loved,
of those who weeped,
of those who lived, not once,
not twice,
but a hundred lives what lies ahead a void stares back, a looming dread untouched by the hands of time the present's rising with the blood of what's gone, and above it all, swept away, making way to the top,
I see,
I see a faint light,
the future in disguise
I'm afraid of the new,
vulnerable to lose what is it, that time whispers to me? why is it that the blanket doesn't warm my heart? why is it that my heart still stays just as cold? what secrets does time softly impart?
in the winter's embrace,
time has frozen
melancholy awoken,
in the silent night's beacon the cold has covered all the pain, all the feelings asking me to feel
the endless rain what is it, this feeling, that I cannot describe yet has been with me for the longest of time? Even in the warmest of clothes, my heart has been the coldest
the blanket fails to warm my heart the present morphs, fills me with unease, expectations shattered, heart's broken what is it, that time whispers to me?
-yuri
