Silenced to the Pain
From song to poem
I wrote this song fifteen years ago when going through a lot of emotional pain from a series of events in my life. Songs were my way of doing shadow work back then. Without music, it’s more of a poem…
Crawling from this inner turmoil,
Is that a demon calling my name with such care,
such longing?
To see the pain labored in every breath.
Where does it all come from?
My friend, how long have we dwelt here?
Here where they forgot about us.
Here where they left us to die.
Unburied, stoic, in a lost reverie.
Of untamed lust, of courage, burnt out
before we could give it our last ragged curse.
Our hands searching for a key that never
existed.
Out time, our lot, our vanquished,
malnourished, brilliant flames.
Seen last going out toward the crying
gulls against the foam of the sea.
Lost in the fog.
Like a thought started by halted,
disheartened, unsure, unsteady
and forever silenced.
Silenced to the pain.
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