Bones

Misery stands so strong among these shattering bones,
pale blues and yellow skies seem to burst into gray.
To not say what I feel, to hold it back
making my mouth become the biggest tomb stone of lies and fear,
misery will still stand so strong among these aching bones.
It's been a while and the skies didn't stop for me,
perhaps your sky was painted of a much brighter color,
mine kept going down, a spiral, a never ending fall
of dull colors that slowly turned to blacks and reds.
Misery never ending keeps hanging on so strong
among these no longer growing bones.
To sit and pretend it would be alright would leave the trust broken.
Perhaps fixed but always with cracks
Because misery still stands so delightfully strong among the cracks on my bones.
I wish I could grasp everything we both did to cause all this pain,
but that's power I don't have and can't seem to hold when it flies by.
Time can pass, and it will
and still misery will hold these bones the way they are in this moment.
Even if the skies turn to colorful blues with rays of sunny yellows,
the moments will still stand slowly inside of me
turning a gray cloud of rain to become the greatest shadow of shadows above me.
Too hard to handle, because silence is louder.
And the silence my bones carry with that tomb,
with that cracked window,
will never leave this already diluted mind that misery now owns at the bone.