Making Sense

There’s no voice of reason
To still my beating heart
I can’t seal this wound with plaster
Or exorcise the void
The only killer of pain
Might be the gift of time

I’m all out of answers
For what ails me now
My mind trips over reasons
Why this season shouldn’t be
Could it be the numbers
Or the geography of time
Perhaps it’s just a fantasy
A mirage of the mind

Where’s the guidance
The orientation of the mind
Where’s the beauty
Of the comforting words
Can you hear me calling
As I’m falling through the air
Or should I just be content with
Silence

08022018 @1258

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