Cause

I’am the notion,

forming over your brow,

forever weighing them down.

I’am the memory,

running down your face,

glistening little beads,

shining in the light.

I’am the smile,

dancing on your lips,

out of guilt,out of pain.

I’am the laugh,

echoing in your mouth,

bouncing off the walls,

as you are running to the top.

I’am the rush,

you feel in your heart,

the blur you see,

as you are falling down.

I’m the silence,

when you hit the ground,

I’m death and you are my cause.


Originally published at frownonurbrow.wordpress.com on February 2, 2015.

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