Silent Voices - Heartbroken Sounds

This dismal day dissolves before me in every way, an anniversary of Mom's deathly birthday. An oppressive silence continues day and night, never seeming to fade away. This balance of life has already turned over and buried itself half way between heaven and hell. Nondescript facades march constantly before me, parading their cadaverous grins, staunchly on an endless pathway of deserted hopes and dreams. Finalizing proofs of yesterday's blatant existence, falling prey to insistent cries of death. Called beyond this life by heartbroken sounds of silent voices, betraying promises made just yesterday. Joining Mom on another plane, reaching for a whole new destination, surrounded by the intellect of ineffectual therapeutic endeavors. (2: 02 p.m. - 7/24/95)