Time

This one's a little different than my other stuff
I wrote it yesterday
at 2:08 a.m.

But it talks of what I feel we must know
what we must understand
everyone has a voice
a need for speech, something to say
yet it is a very small few
who are brave enough to listen

So many ideas
hopes, dreams,
crucial thoughts and feelings
all lost
forever
to the decaying vacuum of deafened ears
where many a poet has lost his pen
and now wanders in endless silence.

Anyway, here it is.
I called it "Time", but it really can be called anything
it means whatever it says to you
I am but a single individual
a passing soul in the ever-changing winds of time
yet words and thoughts are powerful
don't ever let them die.

Time

Hearts can beat

thump, thump, thump,

nothing can withstand

the adding measure

of time and space and depth

but it doesn't want to

doesn't need to

doesn't feel or hope or strive to

but it tries, it really tries

A million calls to broken phones

the cord is up but the voice is torn

when no-one hears

no-one can speak

but they try

oh, they try

A thousand shouts on deafened ears

deaf to child's cry

to birds that die

to empty halls that wonder why

to a million hearts that want to fly

but night's dream forgot to tell them

how to leave the ground

And so, they wait

silent, breathless

the clock keeps ticking

but no-one hears

the chimes have all stopped

because no-one wound them

children fell because no-one found them

horns won't blow when no-one sounds them

but they can try

oh, they can try

to see and feel

and blink without eyes

They wind is cool but air is stiff

blankets for empty ground

everyone's got something to say

a place to be, a story to tell

but what to do when it all runs out

because no-one stopped to listen