Blocking out
the sound of your voice
I find comfort in konwing
who I am is no longer
who you are

Taken by surprise,
I steal a silent moment
with you,
hoping for more than the normal asphyxiation,
praying for less than what
is desired.

I find peace in
knowing you've gone astray,
for my bitterness is now
accepted--
my judgement is now rewarded.

Loneliness has become my lover,
lsilence my passion.
Dead flowers hang from my window,
telling my life story in a nut shell.

This suffocating blanket,
wrapped around me so tightly,
is supposedly my comfort--
yet I find no solace in it.
The white flag outside my window pane
dares to grant me peace,
but I know up close
it's speckled with the mud
Adam was made of years ago.

A box of chocolates
is supposed to be life.
But I see white roses,
dipped in red blood.

The place where we all died
has been deserted--
I stand alone;
trying to call deep unto deep,
to no avail.

"The truth is too real to flaunt it with pride,"
she says.
"My voice no longer
carried out to where you are.
My words are but a feather weight to you.
Seeing what no one else saw was always a specialty of yours.
But scales cover your eyes now, too."
Written: 7/23/06
Ivy Williams