Oxymoronic
Cold dark sun shines on me,
shaded under a leafless tree,
beside a frozen lake of fire.
Cold windless breeze warms me.
Wingless birds fly overhead,
on their southern migration north.
Young couple sits old near me,
blind stares into future's past.
Their love filled with hate.
Their lies filled with truth.
Pushing the other away as they pull close,
they are happily sad.
Around me are silent voices,
empty crowds of faceless people.
Hurriedly traveling nowhere.
Living life's death,
forgotten remembrance,
of yesterday's tomorrow.
Invisible hands reach down,
pulling me up to the ground.
Outward voices scream at me from within,
cursing to a curshindo of deafening quiet.
I know what my blind mind's eye sees,
the end of the beginning...
Cold dark sun shines on me,
shaded under a leafless tree,
beside a frozen lake of fire.
Cold windless breeze warms me.
Wingless birds fly overhead,
on their southern migration north.
Young couple sits old near me,
blind stares into future's past.
Their love filled with hate.
Their lies filled with truth.
Pushing the other away as they pull close,
they are happily sad.
Around me are silent voices,
empty crowds of faceless people.
Hurriedly traveling nowhere.
Living life's death,
forgotten remembrance,
of yesterday's tomorrow.
Invisible hands reach down,
pulling me up to the ground.
Outward voices scream at me from within,
cursing to a curshindo of deafening quiet.
I know what my blind mind's eye sees,
the end of the beginning...