TRIGGER

Hunting for the trigger

Ever since the well ran dry

Locked in years of silence now

But even so he tries

Yet the trigger still eludes him

And his words they just won’t flow

And though he’s loved her all these years

He sometimes worries that she doesn’t know

That it’s only words that fail him

And though no words come along

He hopes she knows that she has been

His muse in every song

Now around him nature’s turning

And the leaves are turning brown

And the music in his head is like

The shadows that now lengthen on the ground

And now, with Winter coming

The trees will soon be bare

His world has gone full circle

Only he’s left standing there

A solitary figure

On a landscape bleak and grey

Some days he feels he lost a part of

His young self somewhere along the way…

And he cannot shake this feeling that a

Part of him got lost along the way…

© Cyrus Dali Vesuvala

    October 2017

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