The Quiet Realm

I remain in the quiet realm,
between the hazy blankets of solitude.
Waiting for the dawn to break
for light to warm this interlude

I remain in the quiet realm,
Waiting for a sign
For something small to emerge, a bit like hope
A dawn in the Iron mine.


I remain in the quiet realm,
Searching for some peace,
Fighting with the tightening pain
Of our far too short a lease

All I hear are whispers,
On the distant plains
With intentions for a new future
Whilst I lay wrapped in chains.

Will this cycle ever break,
Of an inner suffocation?
Like our time has stopped, a constant still.
An anti evolution?

But I remain in the quiet realm,
Waiting for you to remember
A life time of memories not wasted but kept safe
As we endure our fitful slumber.