Monday, July 30

setting off

Drowned in the loneliness
Of this island
Sinking in the ocean
Of hunger and wounds

Smelling the twilight
Words tangle

It’s departure time

Tears fly
and are trapped
in the circling of our hearts

All that noise is deaf
The beat on our chests
break the silence
the mess

Eyes do the talking

Hoping not to regret
it's never too late

It’s departure time.

And the roads were always there
for us to be walked.
The guitar was always there
for us to be played
Piles of books
could’ve been read

Instead, we took the shortcuts
we sang out of tune
and we just read
the summaries.
And now
it's getting too late. And now...

It is departure time.

[Sorry- forgot the image credit]