The Line Between
Posted on 22. Jan, 2007 by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Love, Romantic
Some people say,
that I have a remarkable soul.
Where it lays between black and white,
lost in a place that defines everything else.
I think, if not the words that have left my lips,
should my thoughts escape without a subtle echo
a peaceful remembrance to something so wonderful,
that they may etch themselves to paper.
Yet I am not here, no, it is a whisper
My heart seems to find itself without a voice,
a silence so deafening that I hear no cry, no compassion.
Simply left wandering in this empty corridor of artistic searching.