Hiatus

dust
a blanket, a cloak
freefalling through
at dusk

mute
a sound, a silence
resounding drone
of hope loot

rust
a cancer, a crust
metallic filth
a nasal must

stare
at me, through me
like you know me
quasi care

real unreal
real unreal
inhale exhale
inhale exhale

Inspired by the wait

Mind Monologue

what hast thou thought
oh friend of old
what hast thou thought

much like ravens in air
thou hast crafted me a night

what hast thou done
oh friend of old
what hast thou done

the moon hath thou curdled
into a crimson

what hast thou bred
oh friend of old
what hast thou bred

an egg of hope hast thou hatched
amidst a lair

what hast thou gained
oh friend of old
what hast thou gained

in this moment of mine
hast thou no inkling of pain

In conversation with your conscience

Die

The frail beauty of fading breath,
enfeebled in a languid gaze.
The failing sting of numbing agony,
suspended in a moment of conclusion.

Faint feelings forlorn, forsaken
fade in a soft, silent, slipping soul.
Your misty, damp, eye vapour,
for a musty, dark eventuality.

Oh!

Do you see the tunnel?
Do you see the light?
Do you see your carcass?
Do you see His face?

Look!
Six feet,
Drawing near,
Drawing fear,
Flashes of panic!
Schizophrenic synapse!
Oh! Doubt, Thomas ,Doubt!
For judgment beckons!

Ashes, dust, mortal aftermath.
Is this Zion or the nether?

No,
it is naught.

Yes,
it is naught.

Inspired by the departing of loved ones

Feign

A consciousness torn by thoughts and opposites
where we ape what is not us
where we are what they want us to be
an imitation of a perceived life
a longing for greener pastures
healing for the cowardly timidness
of a behemoth that lurks within
shackled, chained, bound
by a thought, a flaw
of perception
deceptive, disguised, invisible
an intangible existence that is masked, but
hope there is...
maybe.
Unclothe that which lurks
and feed it the truth
for it shall set you free.

Inspired by You