The moment of bated silence
before stillness settles,
so routine no excuses are given,
yet the crushing end
still sucks all hope away
and there’s nothing to defend
against searching eyes
that refuse to look away
and let you keep pretending.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
The moment of bated silence
before stillness settles,
so routine no excuses are given,
yet the crushing end
still sucks all hope away
and there’s nothing to defend
against searching eyes
that refuse to look away
and let you keep pretending.