The Silence

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I awaken to soft tones,

A vibrating phone sets the pace

Of my nonexistent day.

Or, is it all imagined?

Life has no urgency,

Only dust –

Gathering across the bookshelves

Holding loved treasures

For a day that never arrives.

The depth of the silence of life

Permeates the soul,

Isolation of consciousness,

Focuses light on all those

Small things, habits, or traits,

That I once thought

I left behind me, covered with scars.

Each day, the pillow beside me –

Remains untouched.

Flashing memories of much happier days

That will never be again.

As one day blurs into many,

The search to end the monotony,

The life-sentence of loneliness,

Begins in earnest.

Suitors come and suitors go,

Never measuring up to my expectations.

Unfair notions that mark the lines