Unbruised

I lived unbruised, I thought. True.

These tears are turning into stone while I hear them falling down on the pavement.

Oh, and their sound. So different from the sound of the autumn rain.

I finally come to terms with the truth. My heart wasn’t at all pure.

I should learn to be more like the person l I was made to be.

But, is it empty in the valley of your soul?

And is it even possible to ever escape from emptiness?

How can you escape from nothingness?

And where would you go?

What are you running from?

From the fears? From the faults you’ve left behind that door of life?

A life not completely yours.

I see that. But I will not hear what you’ll say.

I will see the trace of your own defeat. In my own teary eyes. Stoned eyes.

A  rapidly growing rage.

Is there a better truth?

I’ll rip it with my hands, I’ll rub the words I seemed to have embraced.

I’ll just keep this night song from my heart resounding in the spaces around.

Why not keep on singing anyway?

Run away I say. You are too much like me anyway.

I’m following feelings on my own.

I don’t know if I’ll ever get it right.

I just choose not to care.