Set Me Free

dark and beautiful:
the moments that fill my life
with silence.
"weep ye no more" i say to myself,
"life is no more beautiful
than it is terrible
and each moment that seems your last
is what defines the very best of what you've lived."

still, fading with each remark
into the dust which
creates circles in my memory,
empties to a great abyss
of forgotten painful dwellings
of who i forgot to be.

i thought i had this,
this simple game of charades,
but silence speaks another story.
do i obey my calling?
do i disregard the dream?
what am i doing here anyway?

i've forgotten who i am,
but i wonder if i ever was?

silence...

'weep ye no more...'

fading memories...

who i am,
or is it who i ought to be?

LET ME OUT!

please.
a sobbing whisper.
please.
a wavering voice.

set me free.