Without

And so life moves on

Ever-gravitating

Ever-orbiting

This egocentric narrative

And I sometimes wonder why

And it is sometimes no wonder whatsoever

That my breath is bated

And my words spared

The oppressive silence is so stifling

Blood rushes to my fingers, yet they remain stiff

My lips quiver and throat produces nothing but a choked growl

So I return to the silence, and wait

Some call it patience, the liars

It is cowardice

Warm complacency

Cozy resignation to the point of

 

Silence

 

And so life moves on

Ever-gravitating

Ever-orbiting

This egocentric narrative

And I sometimes wonder why

And it is sometimes no wonder whatsoever

That which is around me and inside me

The all-encompassing everything

The beauty of what is

Ought be within

Yet remains

Without

 

Thank you, Sheryl, I have missed doing word prompts – Apricity