Phrase

there's a phrase resounding all over the place
every inch, every spider has heard the secret
like if humanity all of the sudden had turn out deaf
to the mystery being alive truly embeds...
that phrase...
there's a storm ever changing upon my head
dropping every hope, silencing haven
darkening my skies with chocolate and navy
gravel and gold, fullness and empty.
still that phrase...
there's a voice screaming, it talks to me in whispers
ever leaving the place i wander, it follows
every step I fail to take, it tortures me constantly
making me feel hollow, confronting me straight ahead:
reminding me of that phrase
signing it with your name...
wishing my lips could ever
articulate it in your presence.