Silence

Unintentional, yet intentional

Personal, yet more impersonal

Again on this path I tread

Again on this path I am place

My sunlight, my moon

Right yet wrong

Seemingly eager, yet more withhold

Again this face I see

Again this face I'm given

I run towards the end

I jump out of the path

I build ram, I build guns,

I build whatever else seemed able to get me through

Again the irritation I see

Again the irritation I experience

Pain and the hurt

The sun burns out and the moon loses her light

Pain and the hurt

I am dragged along and bled

Again rain falls

Again rain never stops

Anger and rage

Burning and cooling, burning and cooling

Was there something else churning?

Or existing displeasure of the dead star?

Again we walk this path

Again we never spoke

Again the silence