Still

Shadows are, because light shines
But only so far
At the edge, beyond the reach of illumination
Is a void

Where I crave to be not
To shut it off, to silence the noise
To let it go, to stop the game.

I don't want to play anymore
I think want to go home now
But I don't want to be home anymore
I just don't want to be here
I don't know where I want to be
I just don't want to be

Crawling away from that intrusive radiance
I turn back into a silhouette
But the silence still screams
Because, after all, I am, still.

© 2004 Butch Maxwell


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