Words do matter.

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent
about things that matter~ martin luther king
Words heal..
Words reassure..
Words express...

#22 Falling rails

She watched her glory withering away in heats of autumn
Lines of destiny melted from palm and scattered in puddles with rains

The crimson that raced through her veins
lays spilled across the room, everywhere

Twin crimson oozed out of cracks in walls
As life ran away, abandoning her in mid-way

Time was all he asked for to reciprocate
Time stood in between unrequited barrens and incognito bliss

Whilst the grains of time slipped in heaps
Breaths became shallower, heavier to take

And the world twirled as vortex
The load on her throat told her of the final moments

He says he needs time to requite
He says he has been hurt, time is all he needs

Time was all she was hurting for
Stillness of her now cold eyes

Of stifled breaths and loose ends
Void of subdued heart-beats

Recited of the lull she fell in
Serenity of silence followed the curse

Wrapped in warmth of oblivion
She traveled into another dimension of time

Far from gloom of mortality and mysteries of life...

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