Broken promises (Taaku)

Your silence has become too loud

Now my troubled inner voice is beginning to stand out

I see a heart once inflated with love, about to be popped

However, the invincible hand of providence cannot be stopped

It feels like living under a leaking roof

Where shouting, running, jumping, lying, is no proof

That I am making an effort

But rather a sign of discomfort

I have ran out of sleep yet I dream

I have ran out of appetite yet I drink

I tried escaping yet I meet you in my mind

I tried writing something meaningful but tears make me blind

You spoke less but each of your words contained paragraphs

Today I search, search, search and all I get is photographs

It has become hard to understand the will of God as I pray

One last homage, I wish I could pay