Fearing the Moment

Ventures into the past; Take
me on the stroll of never forgotten visuals;
Remembering each one, frame by frame; Thought
by endless thought; I see eyes, that lingered too
long; I hear cries, of the injured's moans
and songs

Like walls falling down; Destroying
a path once clear-
It's rumble never fading; Growing
louder in my ear-
Oh I can hear it's tempers; Feel it's
wrath and might-
Ripping away any joy; Then smiling
with evil spite

These feelings keep returning; Like viruses
that eat the flesh-
Morbidity in nostrils flare; Restless souls
begin to thresh-
Silence loses touch; The bells toll one
more time-
Pain marches in harmony; Up and down
my spine

All I fear is the moment; The one that
never comes-
It's a sad and lonely tune; That even
children seem to hum-
Somewhere in between tick; And the
forgotten sound of tock-
I stand alone, against the wall;
Trying to beat the clock

Darkness falls with dreariness; Knowing
sleep will not prevail-
For the eyes that cried that day; Has stopped
this ship from sail-
This storm has tossed about; It's anger
and it's toil-
Leaving all within it's grips; Stranded on
rocky soil

Venture I will into the past; Each time I
hear their cries-
Maybe one day while I'm there;
I'll find me; Within their eyes

© Lisa Hilbers
7/22/05