A Stillness Descending
In a darkness
found without effort
as easily as though it had been waiting
all this time
just sitting there
(pushing against the pain)
alone amongst other cast-off things
so casually discarded
waiting to be reclaimed
as evening descends
life returns
to the darkest
places
excruciatingly slow
(pushing against the pain)
at first
waiting
as each breath
laboriously taken
rattles in the lungs
A single look
a glance askance
murmurs in the distance
as you enter with pomp and circumstance
your own private orchestra
playing in your mind
accompanying your every move
but nobody pays attention
nobody recognizes the brilliance
the radiance of your star
all they see are the external signs
scars from distant encounters
(pushing against the pain)
past histories
buried memories
but that’s all they want to talk about
not your triumphs
(pushing against the pain)
while you …
you want to push
against
their noise
you don’t live there
anymore.
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For the people of Brussels
22/03/2016
