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Their Silence Stayed Behind

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Sometimes I feel like screaming is not enough,

Their backs turned against us,

Their words vile and rough.

And my heart breaks, it breaks time and again

About their ignorance

Drowned in stale champagne.

I could recollect all the stories one more time

If it meant anything more

Than the sound of chimes.

But the wind is passing through the town today

And I must follow the road

To chase what I crave.

To those staying back, watching me pack up –

Remember my face

When the times got rough.

I burned my feet for them and never gave in.

So call my absence a save,

Don’t call it a sin.

Because no one’s gonna pull me out of the fire,

I have to do it on my own,

Have to walk the spire.

Even if you think it’s not what you’d desire,

The faith will tie us together again

Just like haywire.

-JW

Building A Lullaby

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The perfect balance does not exist on a faulty planet

And destiny keeps playing drums on polished granite.

The rhythm section is not coming along as planned.

It sometimes scares me – here we stand

Just to end up as few grains of sand.

I try to amplify the echoes but they all fall flat on the ground.

Plastic crates, even metal cages do not resonate the sound.

The lurking chords are getting wider with nowhere to go

So I talk in my sleep while it snows.

At least my nightmares have something to show.

-JW

Safer

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All the patience has drained, only sharp needles left in the sink.

I’m stitching my lips together, sipping blood like an unholy drink,

But the phantom thread is vanishing in my skin, leaving no marks.

I’m quoting Isaiah, howling in tongues, trying to drown the dark.

You can call my heart a grave robber but don’t dare to call it unfaithful.

The holy places I dug up left my mouth dry and heart – hateful.

Three ancient ghosts are screaming my real name over forests, so loud…

I hoped five inches of sand was enough to mask my past, safe and sound.

-JW