Silence Driven

Labor – Labor – Labor

I’m a slave to myself,

brought back to reality by none.

Like a souvenir on a shelf,

I see my memories staring back at me

 

Live – Live – Live

By what creed do I live?

Whatever grips me longer.

Lord I beg you, please forgive

Only to love me when I’m sober.

 

Breath – Breathe – Breathe

Like the chime of a clock that says I need to stay alive,

or open the sky and beckon me to die.

 

Silence – Silence – Silence

Nothing comes and nothing will.

I’m alive.

I’m dying still.

I will not rest.

I must go on.

The silence calms me, makes me strong.

 

Poem by: Justin Time
Photo by: Justin Time

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