Swirling Shadows

It feels like the wounds in my soul have not healed. Or new wounds are constantly inflicted upon my heart. I know not which. My own heart's blood taints my sight, darkening my visions of the things that are. Would that by daybreak the overcast skies will pass me by, and yet there will be no thunder to echo my cries...

A veneer, a facade for those too blind to see
Unworthy to peer into the depths of the sea
Concealing the turbulence
Yes, the storms within
Too deaf to hear the whispers
Of silent winds

Unprepared and ill-ready
To face the truth they are
So foolishly they stand
Gazing from afar
Too fearful to behold
The heart of a star

Yet slowly but surely
Rays of sunshine seep away
Taking with them
The simple joys I crave
Still they pass by me
Day to day
Unaware of the imminent
Crashing Wave

Tempt me not, I would say
If e'er they would listen
Depart from me
Thou speck in my vision
Still they traipse before my eyes
As if my world was a meadow
Soon to be consumed
By the swirling shadows



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