Aa Harvey

Yiruma

Yiruma

 

The piano quietly drifts along,

As another beauty quietly drifts from my life…

 

The time is coming to an end,

The song;

I wish I had the words,

To say…

Goodbye…

 

But the instrument has nothing written upon the sheet.

My heart a thesaurus,

Dictionary,

Interwoven within.

Stitched together with silent screams…

 

I cannot help but think something is missing.

I am missing.

I wish I went missing.

I have no Mrs.,

So I don’t have anything…

 

From cradle to grave,

It has always been pain.

Suffering is all that I know.

No foot-print in history will remain,

Once I close the book on this unwritten story…

 

A biography will be left empty,

For there will be nobody left to write this…

 

Your life.

I have no light,

Sitting at my side…

 

As I write on late into the ten thousandth night,

Alive,

I wish the bulb would just go out…

 

But still I survive,

On scraps and pieces,

Dreams and wishes,

Morsel’s and minutes.

 

I am skin on bones.

No meat on the fishes,

To feed the cat,

That I do not have…

 

I think it is time,

To drop the axe.

Into the void,

No looking back…

 

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