I am seated, with my head in my palms,
And I ponder to myself over what I’ve lost,
Besides another tear.
Another flake to the ashes,
Another memory to the burial,
Another fragment from the heavy weight
Seemingly lost, and now,
The Earth possesses it.
Of blinding tears, and blinding rage
That seems to be all I feel.
As my emotions are frenzied,
Between these two voids,
These two bleak confusions,
These two natural diseases.
Failure stings as much as it bleeds.
Wounds are nestled on my heart,
Guilt has wrapped itself
Around my tired form.
My form, vivid in all its gleaming,
Of all wounds with ragged flesh.
I would never be proud,
Of anything I’ve conquered,
On either fertile shores,
Or watery deserts.
Love once made its way to my mind,
By a singular path;
It drew so many marks,
On where I allowed it to roam.
And now a mirror blocks my path.
It is my own path;
And a path, with such a mirror
That shows my face.
Revealing death, I see two eyes like orbs of steel,
Made present in what they reveal.
A face of ruby, and a heart of stone.
A man of no mercy upon his tired body.
I draw emptiness around,
Like a frigid cloak taken from a tundra,
Love, at my left hand,
Death, at my right.
And I collapse them, together.