The logs are burning, but the fire's cold
The sun is out, but the day is old.
The leaves are moving, but the air is still
The plant is green, but the life's been killed.
The eyes are eager, but the thoughts are scared
The voice is dull, but the memory cared.
The cup's half full, but the hope is gone
The mind wants night, but the heart wants dawn.
The woods are quiet, but the echoes cry death
The ocean is silent, but the lungs scream breath.
The mouth says yes, but the conscience says no
The feet stay still, but the legs long to go.
The words won't come, but the rhythm is loud
The fear says later, but the pen says now.
The sun is out, but the day is old.
The leaves are moving, but the air is still
The plant is green, but the life's been killed.
The eyes are eager, but the thoughts are scared
The voice is dull, but the memory cared.
The cup's half full, but the hope is gone
The mind wants night, but the heart wants dawn.
The woods are quiet, but the echoes cry death
The ocean is silent, but the lungs scream breath.
The mouth says yes, but the conscience says no
The feet stay still, but the legs long to go.
The words won't come, but the rhythm is loud
The fear says later, but the pen says now.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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