What is it, that whispers to me?
Things are slowly changing, new things are knocking on the door, but what if you're afraid to embrace the new when the past's not over, at least not yet in your heart? Here's a poem to describe how it feels, when you're broken, when you're holding on to your past and when you don't wanna let go!
What is it, that time whispers to me?
What is it, that time whispers to me? autumn's yet again drowning, a strange, unsettling air resurfaces the past's past gone forever?
or so it seems
the fragments of the past
is still in the hearts of those who loved,
of those who weeped,
of those who lived, not once,
not twice,
but a hundred lives what lies ahead fears the souls of those broken, a void stares back, a looming dread untouched by the hands of time the present's rising with the blood of what's gone, and above it all, swept away, making way to the top,
I see,
I see a faint light, the future in disguise
And then suddenly, I am afraid
afraid of the new,
vulnerable to lose
so then, what is it, that time whispers to me? why is it that the blanket doesn't warm my heart? why is it that my heart still stays just as cold? what secrets does time softly impart? the blanket fails to warm my heart
in the winter's embrace,
time has frozen
melancholy awoken,
in the silent night's beacon the cold has covered all the pain, all the feelings asking me to feel
the endless rain what is it, this feeling, that I cannot describe yet has been with me for the longest of time? Even in the warmest of clothes, my heart has been the coldest. and i realize that,
the now would never be the was and what it shall emerge would become the foreigner in my eyes the present morphs, fills me with unease, expectations shattered, heart's broken what is it, the whispers tell me?
-yuri
