all the while

the surrounding places have everything to say
lives pass through with stories to relate
and all the while, you stand
resisting against quicksand
inhaling the sadness that revels in and around
the madness of a sentient coma resounds
and all the while, you remain
resisting against constraint
emptiness embraces the lost and lonely
dissembling true emotion just barely
and all the while, you stand
resisting against all you can
a plethora of advice clouds judgement
compelling the heart to grow absent
and all the while, you remain
all this time, you've maintained
the heart that bleeds unwilled tears
the soul struggling to adhere
to the mind that sustains conflict
while life becomes the verdict
and breathing is the penance.
all the while, you grow distant.

losing time

a sum of genuine discern and practiced care
reveals a pretense between her hand and his
careful in witting words as well as plastered smiles
a tall entrance marks the shadow of a withering child
a crowded room will only contain lonely persons
with minds reeling of schedules, deadlines, and dates

after all this time, where do footprints fall?
tracing and erasing the moments recalled
a grain of salt is too much to swallow
when chewing on these deafening hallows

with combined effort there may be connection
but only briefly for time does not pause
for such trivial pursuits as friendship and love
quicken your pace -- you must run
towards the inevitable
no sense of smell or even sight
for time does not pause
for such trivial matters.

after all this time, where do footprints fall?
tracing and erasing the moments recalled
a grain of salt is too much to swallow
when chewing on these deafening hallows