In between unspoken words
lie so many questions
we may never ask
for its not fitting
to question late night cries
underneath a lonely sky
and a broken bloody hart.
Its a tricky balance of bullshit
that sells life to the everyday man
who walks, talks, sleeps and breath
pray and preach
hope scribed in lotto dreams
scratch cards
and his Friday fortune cookie treats ...
With the A B C's
crossed out,
days and weeks
torn from life’s calendar
what’s left to say
what’s left to do
If we do not care
to ask
to say
I am also just a bleeding soul
with nothing left to lose
my written words
may fall on death ears,
my spoken words may echo
in a room filled with darkness,
but my presence lights a dark night
if only you are willing to feel....
In my moments of sanity
far and in between reality
my yesterday, now and maybe
waits in between open spaces
only crossroads
and question marks of somewhere
in a black nights reality...
BennyB
© 13/09/2011 Barend Booysen
