Any day now
the weights will lift
the back will straighten
I will resume
a life worth
living.
But till that day
I’ll carry on
crawling the
mud and
dirt of old.
The patterns are
the same as
always
the cries still
silenced by
bruises from
childhood.
Any day now
the sun will rise
on light blue sky
the seagulls chasing
the fish left rotting
on the beach of
the lake
of old
a dark cold night
I left the dead behind
through mazes I
made my way out
haunted forever
by the memories
of love lost and
beating hearts
now silent
Had she walked in his shoes she would have realised that he wasn’t anything but true. There were no games, no cheating, no reason for jealousy, the fears uncalled for, only truth among the tears. She didn’t understand that he was an observer, only seeing the world for what it was, nothing more. That he loved beautiful things, women, children, dogs, and more, wasn’t the cause for their parting. Her jealousy was the wedge that drove them apart. His scars still healing, her feet too small.
Leave me be – begone
ye worshipers of earth
and tree.
Here I shall rest – for
time eternal, above the
soiled ground and beneath
the darkened sky.
The life force leaves me – I
feel pale and weak. Only
one last kiss can set me free,
Rigor Mortis – come take me!
I pretend not to notice
their eyes are
elsewhere
studying the floor
as I approach
I pretend not to care
absence of a
friendly nod, a smile,
just something to
acknowledge I’m
actually there
I pretend not to know
people talking
spreading lies
as oil on water
sharpened knives
cutting deep
without visible
tissue scarring
I pretend all is good
throughout the day
trying hard to make
the day last
longer, the night
gets shorter as the
fog grows thicker and
the ice melts quicker
I pretend
as long as
I can
You cannot hear
the silence screaming
my head exploding
kneeling
begging for the return of
feelings
Darkness embraced the land as he wrapped himself in the cloak of courage, donned the boots of bravery and the mask of mores.
On that starlit night the gate was lowered, and so the path to freedom anew.
He untethered his mount, waited; sighed and turned back, back to the only place he knew. The place they call – home
