Troubled times

Quaint is the idea...
That restraint is a skill...
But faint is the emotion...
For lost hope and will...

Why should there be protocols,
For two hearts to chat?
What should there be calls,
For two faces to interact?

When the hearts are missing,
How friends be one?
When one misses that heart,
How can one be a friend?

There is always a place where the sidewalk ends...
And from there road begins...
There is always a point where the facade ends...
And from there life begins...

I take a moment and close my eyes...
To look out, see darkness and feel the silence...
Scared, I look inside and feel my heart...
Hope renewed, I join its rhythm that calms...