Necklace, Unclosed

These pictures are so loud, they’re deafening.
These moments of silence could move a river so threatening.
The tune my heart plays
Has gone up in a blaze-
Charred, with no chance of awakening.

These landscapes hold such visions to remember.
These lights are glowing dim as an ember.
Night has not ceased,
No relief was released;
The chill blows, though it be not December.

These broken beads follow my eyes everywhere.
These few words leave all the rest to seem bare.
My armor is shed…
Far too much, I have read
And yet, I’ve become addicted to despair.

These images tend to leave my mind in disarray.
These white pearls long to leave the box’s lay.
I’ve miles left to pace,
Nothing to fill this space,
And time to spare as I watch the past decay.