The Treachery of Half-Sleep

My eyes
Remained razor sharp
Despite the fog
The treachery of half-sleep

Among roaming shadows
I scoured with vigilance
Aware, of the restless world
My limbs fully, prepared for flight

My pulse climbed
At predawn’s haunting loom
Festering
Stout with memory
Swarmed by forgotten ghosts

They yearn
Mournfully
To dwell
In the arms of my present

Yet these eyes shall not dull
They cannot waver
Nor recede
Into a nightmare’s
Sweltering furnace

They've Always Known

They all knew
Engulfed by their silence
As gossip wheeled on
Inside the folds of their thoughts

All that I’ve done
Sprawls out in open display
To be nudged and prodded
By the searing eyes
Of fellowship

They’ve always known
Anchored firmly to peace
So kind to never speak
So kind to seethe in secret

Yet soon
I am to bid farewell
To the soothing sway of discretion
For the kind and caring
Are destined to foam

They must boil over
At each heinous crime
Fastened firmly
To my harrowing name

Single File

 
It was a crying shame
The smoldering remnants
Encaged in fiery ruin

Leaving friends to sway
As a single file homage
Teary eyed and staggering
For the final rose-laden altar

To recall is to drown
Clasped firmly
In the sure fall of dead weight

Overcome
By the depths of grief
Unable
Unwilling to resurface

It remains a horrid crime
A familiar fragrance
Never truly evaded

Paper Walls

 
Thin walls
Lend me the world
The ills of kinship
All trials endured

I brace in the swell
Of transient memories
First world gossip
The flare of household names

Through frailest ivory
Coarse words intrude
Coiling the solitude
That ensnares my peace of mind

Racing thoughts
Blend
With a flurry of everyday musings

My name
Casually spent
To garnish every memory spun

Sullen
I cannot reply
With a mind paralyzed
By the inner thrash of panic

The Brisk Current of Silence

 

They merely shrug
At the ongoing display
The widely strewn heartache
That writhes each passing night

Scores stream away
Wrung dry by the throes of verse
The careless meandering
Of my torn and ragged voice

I let turmoil screech
Through the spirals of my throat
Unleash them, hopefully
To a brisk current of silence

Where friends face away
Driven by their own faithful mantra
Where kin go quietly
Careful not to stir me awake

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A Matriarch's Greif

Far too soon
Their worlds fray and split
Their firm soil, given way to the mighty deep
As the bitterness of greif creeps within them
Nestled inside every nerve
Pulsating luminous, as the cruel remnants of sorrow

Far too soon
Their eyes fall crimson
Soaked in anguish, shuttering and cringing
Breathless and frozen
Their heartache suspends them
As they turn away, binding themselves
In exile from sufferage, and the surge of utter loss

Far too soon
Sons wither and falter
Their sisters consumed, with a volley of hellfire
Within a mother’s chambers, their faces cry vendetta
Yet her intuitions cry forgiveness
To mend the ever-growing chasm of despair

But far too soon
Our memories dissipate
Stolen by the trivial
Squandered on the greedy
And their mal intent

I wrote this back in July after the shooting at the movie theater in Colorado. I decided to post it in light of recent events. I hope everyone is doing well this evening, and if you should decide to go out tonight, then please stay safe.

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