when you can just see something turn to nothing in front of you, but aren't sure if it's really what's happening or why


"Hope is the dream of the waking man"- Aristotle

My head aches with thought,
Paranoia reigns supreme.
Remnants of plans are left scattered,
Confusion imprinted within me.

The unhurried little person inside
tells me wait, you will talk,
But what if communication
isn't measured by words?

Will there be another sentence?
Will an explanation come?
Only silence abounds
But oh how i need it smashed.

Rationality is not winning.
There has to be reason.
Could i have got it so wrong?
Disbelief is all there is.

Naivety, in trust and
allowing myself to feel,
For letting you in.
It's not knowing that's the key.

So a sleepless night awaits,
next move belongs to you.
Don't let perfection disappear
Keep this pipedream flowing through.

Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-08-23 at 02:20

Tags Grief  Hope  Heartache 

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Excellent write, very chilling and thought-provoking..