999

Nine hundred and ninety nine post of poems and stories.

Some filled with sorrow; many filled with laughter and joy.

I wasn’t even sure I would post of this heart ever again.

For I have come to a place where my words feel empty within.

I spend my days and nights at home and at work in white silence.

The words of my soul have taken flight; my heart no longer defiant.

People I’ve known for years pass me by and turn to look the other way.

I know what’s in their mind and I understand they know not what to say.

So it is in this silence that I pen these words of nine hundred and ninety nine.

I think and I wonder if there ever will be number one thousand in due time.

I miss the words that once filled my soul and I wonder where they have gone.

I wonder, but secretly I think I know; they have fallen victim to the sadness of my soul.

999...it’s just a number, or is it a part of my life which I shared with strangers unknown.

I guess in the scheme of things it probably doesn’t matter that much after all.

For words even of the heart also fade away…

until nothing is left to ever suggest we even in life came this way.

999…

J. Allen Wilson …999