What Can't Be ChangedShe wrote things; Things that should
Never be written. They read
Only what they wanted to see. She spoke
But lost were her words.
They heard only noise. She painted
Pictures they could not see.
Between each line a voice whispered.
In every silence it lingered.
Each pause left lips to tremble.
The pages hold truth,
The ink did not write
Canvas holds what was not painted.
Her eyes find the floor
As no other watches. Hating
What should never be hated.
Each breath holding what should
Not be held. But they will never hear.
They cant change, the thoughts that
Should never be thought. For,
She longs for things: Things that should
Never be longed for.
Will the bell toll for me?I hear their voices,
But I am not there.
My hand writes,
But I do not think.
My eyes lock the clock
And yet I dont know the time.
I sit and wait:
Waiting for the bell to toll.
When will it toll for me?
They scream out to me-calling
Through the river I hear their cries,
But I am lost beyond measure;
Lost in the river of thoughts
Like colours swirling before me
I fight to breathe,
Yet I only sink deeper.
Their voices reach out in hope,
In hope to pull me from the depths
But the voices of yesterday are louder.
My actions, choices and words
Like weights rapidly pull me further
And yet Ive reached the floor.
Why cant I let this last breath go?
I sit in wait.
The clock ticks on
Yet time stands still.
There is only me, I am alone
Though others might seem near.
They cant hear my screams.
They echo through the walls of the labyrinth
Taunting as the echoes plague my mind.
I long for the bell to toll,
For it to toll for me.