And for one absent moment
maybe you will know peace.
Let it rest easy within you,
if only for a second,
before moving on.
With the World
and your life.
Let it go,
In your hour of waking
did you split the dawn untold?
With the shrieks of your dreams
that surrendered you whole.
Will you lie to your brother
when your mother is old?
Can’t you see you are tainted?
God’s scorn will surely show.
Inside your skull a seed blooms
of deepest, darkest blue.
The lull of the sea whispers in your ears,
the ending draws closer every year.
Man is made to wander amid his refuse.
The rust of his passing will be swept away,
then there will be nothing but the gentle sway
of tall grass, indifferent to the pale sky.
A gentle note rings across damp soil;
the sun yawns distant with orange hues.
Sparrow wings spread like uncoiled wants,
left to the caprices of the wind.
A beat, they brush the naked blue,
across the pristine white of looming clouds;
golden light flickers between them,
the day has come alight.
The sparrow vanished in a sea of cloud and light,
lost in the blue yonder.
You walked down the stairs,
holding my head with a glare.
“Please leave”, you curtly spoke.
Two words, more than enough.
The walls of my heart,
they tear with a word.
So much remains hidden
between each beat.
Still, our time came and went,
from bloom to wither.
I can’t let go.
Let me linger a bit longer,
in your halls of memory.
Remember when we used to laugh?
It was all frolick and play,
not a worry under the blue sky.
Now I find myself trapped in an iron maiden of my own neglect.
Counting the seconds, filling the hours, in the dark of night.
Fearful of waking up to find my heart shriveled and old,
though my skin’s still taut and smooth.
Every word I utter falls dead to an empty auditorium,
nobody there to even throw much-welcomed scorn.
I scream with lips gently sealed, waves of grief crash uselessly against them.
No one shall know how deep the void scratches the frayed and tattered remnants of my soul.