Quiet Attendance

by Sableshade

In me there are many sides

Many walls, many tales

So many eyes stare into my lines

Many eyes, judging me

They scare me more than I`ll ever know

Many rows, like crows

They`ll murder me as I look back

Towards the present, but not the past


The paint and steel peels, it hurts to watch

With every glance on the wall

Achievements that encourage my motions

Not aiming to afflict me, but bring the fact closer

A fact of ease, not a strain

Ebbs and flows pull a traction-

A collective madness I drive back with my own

As I seek new chapters beyond my current



But as the gale changes my words,

I am refreshed with smooth hands,

A body that can starve the graveyard,

A heart made of lights and glaze-

I am brought back, over and over

This feeling makes it hard to shout

Memos cry for me to follow my heart,

But as a heart takes a heart, I get tangled by things


Dully figures and graffiti- far by and away

No matter how far back I get beaten, I come back

I get little awards and trinkets for survival,

But only for ignoring everyone else`s thorns

But as I ignore my own, I am the prime pick

But back from madness- I stir between principal and lesson

A lot of stirrings that I won`t break for, but can`t face combined

My tangled things at least look lovely- aside from my sides


I know smiling is a meal worth sharing,

It goes well with a slice of subtly

So as my hours continue to flip in glass, I wait-

Not like some prize hoping to be claimed

Not as some begging famous who`s stuck in rain

Not until I am forced to work a terrible fate-

I was just quiet, now I can be whatever I just

I know that I will come back to my sides, I am as I wish


Quiet Attendance