Tag Archives: 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.

Secrets of your blood reveal hidden sides and unknown moments, spelling out a written future you want wiped away to soak in a new you.

Whispered wings in silent flight ghost through emotions and stir nothing, letting the soul slumber on and risking no change to this cold dance it plays.

Relay fears with vibrations, pick up sounds to understand  my world, and the agony of suffocating when it all falls silent.

Forgotten piece of self leaves you outside, hovering for entrance by others and realising your safe place is not as accessible as you always assumed, nothing is what you assumed.

Rhythm as a barrier, sound waves vibrating away vulnerability and forming a muted outlook that keeps you occupied, but extends your loneliness.

Prepare a sphere of protection that expands and pulses with shockwaves of pain, warning all away and destroying any who dare step within its boundaries.

Called out for insecurities you buried deep behind a mask, they stare at you, refusing a hiding space and forcing you to face the truth, to reveal the real you and accept their judgement, their understanding.

Distract from the weight, talk nonsense until I listen and question you more than me. Snap me back into time so I can breathe and sigh and hug you for saving the little control I have left.

Face the shadows of amnesia that linger to be touched but you whisk away with a swipe, too settled to test, too worried to reveal in case it changes who you were and creates who you are.