Lying awake in the dares of the night between the seconds of darkness that it created anxious, with a pulsing heart a sweaty grip gripping tightly so wishing for light I watch the shadows and silhouettes patrol alone by vicinity crowded by bonded blood the air steals my voice blankets smother my breath sounds muffle the familiar it’s only me now in a world of living nightmares it was always only me this life is a puzzle with many different pieces let me throw away the black ones so something beautiful can be complete
You are a flower a flower long picked from the garden home with just today as a reminder of when you began to grow seasons pass and nothing else seems to want to flourish anymore your bloom was what kept these old roots alive now, the rain never comes backs the sun only hurts the moon listens, but that’s all the wind is gone before I know it not one thing about life is life in this garden home without a little flower
In the night like a ghost nothing is ever seen premeditation a superpower skewing the real, while dancing with the devil visiting worlds very far apart the sky in one, a sky the other could be anywhere envisioned on the spot in the sweat, in the sins, in the climax flying close to the sun is a high like no other a racing heart is a drug buried deep in the same shadows but one beam of light and it all goes away the curtain comes down no more beautiful horizon no more escape
One Saturday an old used-up weekend in my life back when I was a small boy who took shortcuts home I remember that Saturday and how golden was the hillside how the fences cast shadows through blades of long grass while it danced when the wind played the lead along the way I ducked clotheslines with flapping white blankets and wool socks that made dogs bark for no reason almost home I stopped to take a drink from a cold stream with those floaty things a puttering engine in the distance pulled me up for a look when I do I see a fishing boat breaking the glass harbour I become lost in the triangle wake of that trail the vessel leads behind as its crew steams toward their living into the greying eve while seagulls give chase for little company it stretches a few seconds for me for some reason captivates me, holds my breath, takes grip of my soul until the lighthouse steals away the attention enough to break my trance in time to hear the voice of my grandmother who sings my name through the hills beckons my return from the adventures of my childhood it won’t be long now, just cross the torn bush garden and the triangle stone like I remember…one Saturday
I stood there high and saw the sorrow from loss below my heart did nothing tomorrows came with tears all around but still nothing why did you get to take the both of us away from a life of no regret you controlled everything now you are nothing not even a thing anymore you should have been made to be someone who lives with it too but instead got to leave with half of the secrets I bear the weight of two heavy with memories of darkness pained by unheard screams of listen to me I’m grieving not death no, I am grieving the lost chances to face hurt with words stab hard with scars shown with no shame be the trial seeking reason and forgiveness only I forever will walk the green mile alone and life as I know it throws your sentence away forever
