Sad Poetry
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Tears don’trenew you.But can you?Can you bethe valiant heroon your journey?You could bethe finaleto your game.You are sturdyin your build,aboard tragedy.Your reflectionswells abovevast emptiness.A monster inside,beyond your flesh,past where nakednessreceives superficial scars,collects those spotsfrom random spellsof judgment.You still chooseto hang your neckfrom the fabricof a white flag.You still departnot for relief,not without griefwriting further pages.
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Proof laid bare,brought forwardafter final friction,showing that this unionhad remainedmere fiction.Our futurewas never receivedwith open eyes.We’re burnedfrom believingthe sun wasour warmth.Our parched lipsasked for an avenue,under weighted clouds.Intrigued.Held in reverenceof what we bereave,as our toweris torn up,like a weed.
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It’s been this yearwhen I’ve grown fatal,falling forwardto ask the night skyto present what Ikeep surviving.Tears don’t sustain,fresh faces don’t sprinkleneeded nourishmentover depleted scenery.My heart’s a cave,as my mind is a wellthat recollectswhat’s reused up.I’m living on the inside,where adjacent hallwaysare scarred with tallysthat count the daysI’ve lived without breathto guide, to steera lost ship.Into…
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For your lifeline,all your exitslead you backtowards an entrancewithout a door.For your lifetime,demeaned,while transfixedon vital cords,seconds retreat.Breathsare brought in,once the venomsets back in,reminding youthat youcan’t let go.Dreamsare dominantwhere delusionsare buried,enough to face youin a directiontowards a wall.Its iron surface,reeks of the bloodyou leaveas a trailfor a saviorto follow.
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Reviledrecollection,abused just byrememberingscattered detailswithout eyesight,without starlight.We have longbeen anticipatingthe sun to setbefore the rain stopped,leaving us in the dark,hiding our hopesin the corner.Our thirstkept increasingjust as wewere running byan infinite supplyof rivers.Our tearscouldn’t sustain us,because there was onlyso much to attachto our awareness,before drowning.The angermade us taste rust,while the sadnessjust kept us holdingonto floodgates.Why weren’t…
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I have been,for at least a minute,staring at a facefreezing into silver,turning into metal,but never gold.Death had a dreamto take what mattersthe most to me,while I remain hereto be hauntedon an echo.It repeatswhat it could saybefore its final secondwas depletedinto nothingness.But is it nothing?I’m here,wielding another’s hand,hold onto warmthI might be imaginingis theirsif it isn’t…
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For tragedies,as serpentsgliding acrossyour exposed neck,your heartbeatgives chase.Your sighslays cities to waste.Your hopesare not as lucidas your fear,to breed a nightmare,following youinto the deep end.Your criesfuel these floods.If you continueto bleedwithout grace,you’ll drown beneathcollected bones,from a ruined world.For oceans to cross,fields to fertilize,your liferequires motion.For arms to hold,bodies to be built,your sightrequires light.
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Damaging,her death had beento the life that stayedroiling in the rain,ravaged under the blueof unwantedmorning.I’ve envisioninga pathmade from colorlessstones.I’ve leavingthese coming yearsup tothe weight of tears.Who hears me,carrying a heartchiming a symphonymade of grief?Who follows me,while darknessstrays in everyliquid direction?Buildings fall,curtains coverthe spotswhere a blizzardleft its deposits,its spacesto drag a finger.I’ll writemy wearying name,erasing a…
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It’s the gapsthat keep returning.It’s the imageryoften reused,once daylightreaches its brink.I’m looking overa cliff’s edge,rediscovering a trailthat leads meinto vapor.Another breathto retreat with,bandaging a damaged,foiled life,through amends.I let a hand go,made the roar deafen me,allowed a certain sicknessto keep accusing me.Death is a homefor someone else.I won’t be therewhile the yearskeep me movingon self-made streams.Tears…
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Such darknesshad nowherefor you to hide.Yet, it had one directionfor me to run.It was where lightknew to be,always knows whyit is valued.Among an arrangementwhere infinitycannot be counted,you weren’t ableto be described.I’d run outof words to use.Or I’d suffocateupon desperation,forgetting to breathe.Among that void,you flickered,like a ghostin the fog.You went somewhereI can’t be,for some time.I’ll take…
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For steps to count,mistakes to makein the knowledgeof what we’ll taketo the grave.Passing stoneswe had to step around.Dropping tearswe had to abandon.Growing griefas our eternal haunt.Our gardenhas no roots,trampled ever sincewe gave birthto our breath,when it quickenedupon a singlefearful question.Who are we,in this gale,under this hail,within a stormwhere we aredoomed to set sail?Our lives,when separateis…
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I’m too adriftto be given grace,to be alloweda single secondof space. For I want to redrawwhat won’t berevived for me. It’s just a signof loudestdesperation. I could wailwith these sails,burning in windsthat cut skintoo looseto be attachedto this form. I’m driving this rainflooding these decks,left to rotin a startled heart. Terrified eyes,rushing cheeksare representingthe sudden…
