Time

A scream, a shout, and a whisper.
Memories cry through the smothering dreams.
Countless points of time repeating,
To the chorus of thing long past.
Till a new moment comes to the world,
Announcing itself with a piercing scream.
Then comes the deafening symphony,
The sound of silence that blankets everything near.
The heartbeat turns into a war drum's boom.
Every breath turns into a hurricane.
Subtle sounds magnified by isolation.
Soon voices shout from somewhere ahead.
An invitation to what could be.
I stand on the threshold of the moment.
The songs of my past echo behind me.
The possibilities of the future call from ahead.
A heartbeat,
A deep breath,
Then a whisper.
“What are you going to do?”