Breaking down in the breaking dawn, I search the silence
silence searching seasoned souls
souls drifting, drifting towards the abyss
the abyss that beckons

Breaking down in the breaking dawn, I listen to the silence echo
echo against walls resurrected
resurrected as cross words are spoken
spoken until there is nothing left to say

Breaking down in the breaking dawn, I embrace the chaos
chaos inherent to the beginning of the end
end a moment, a promise, a lifetime
lifetime now rearranging

Breaking down the breaking dawn, I muzzle my apology
apology that means nothing
nothing but noise now
now at this beginning of the end




Image by Ulrich B. from Pixabay
prompts: OctPoWriMo – Day 11, #moonmystic, #OctoberFalls19